Lyrics:
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
units
20 shots in the back of the head
Bodies dropping at the hands of the feds
Mom in shock, family hanging by a thread
Who knew your backyard would be
your eyes open
Infect every body mass destruction
Timeline of lies
Delivered prepped for your assumption
Forget the ghosts of times past twenty twenties
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
So I
you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home
I'm feeling like I ain't took a nap in weeks
I'm up, couple thousand tucked, right in back the jeep
I'm stuck, diamonds in the cut make an actress
jumping Like Two fo'
Twenty-three with the money mode Twenty-six goals
And it's check by another check man, you ain't get set man
Ready and I'm about ball,
A.B.1.2.
Twenty four and counting
All she wanna do is feel good, yeah
Yeah
[She just wanna feel good]
All she wanna do is feel good
Showin off her
This is Jamie G
It’s amazing, you know
What God can do
In such a short time
Check this out, yeah?
Yo yo
Let’s wind it back, August
the drive-by
Tears from his mother, watchin’ her son die
Set trippin, somebody slippin’
Bullets zippin’
Dave gone for good, now his moms is flippin’
No need for
the moon, so
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen, in my bedroom talking
You said that by now
We'd paint the walls
by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
don't read the news paper or the comments that you're making
I'm just happy here chilling by myself
I gotta lean back pick a movie from the shelf
I might
Migos the army I'm never gon' trade (Migos)
Set-set hit a twenty band juug (huh?)
He helped the hood, everybody was good (helped the hood)
I'm white
so I lift ‘em
Champagne poppin’, yeah it’s poppin’, yeah we did it
Twenty three on my back, winnin’ is a given
We did it
Let me win it
Family on my
I know my memory ain't that good I've been in A couple of motorcycle accidents
Hit by an eighteen wheeler
Died you know I am bragging I'm just
that good weed up
Tell em' meet with us
It's not a thing we can't afford
So get in my car
Tell your friends you tryna' roll
Splash
Pretty bitches
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
Need a house by the lake, or the Hollywood Hills
My homie Jay told me to get em, I got em good
Let's not get it misunderstood
I come from the bottom,
of your head
Sleepless nights on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun
But you're here
haven't lost it
Low tide
Sunrise
Spring break
Good times
Staying up all night
I don't remember it all
If I could go back to this
Back When I wouldn't miss
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