Lyrics:
my destination
Ain't letting shit fly, cause I do not play quidditch
Cocaine flakes on a five dollar bill
Sour cream on a whole lot of guac
Trigger
scrubbing of face and ears....all work done by hand.
And for the frequent dustin' of a small boy's pants
To try to make sure that you led a spotless life.
Surrounded by them demons, I'm so isolated
Surrounded by them demons, I'm so isolated
Thumbin through the check, thumbin through the check
Boy put down that
Woe
Sosa Sosa Sosafina baby
7gang Sh**
Ain’t No Hoox Needed Forreal
Neddamean
It’s da gang
I came in all on that dumb sh**
Cause I put two dubs in
pays you standing here standing still
Cause they couldn't afford the bill
They over here taking pics like their brand ambassadors
Knowing dang well you
shit so go ahead make me a plate
And this R.I.P. my grandpa I know he hit them heaven gates
I get freaky on lil baby like that nigga Kevin Gates
I said
grown and holdin' chrome, servin' blows, we in' zones
My mom didn't understand me "boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped
servin' blows, we in zones
My mom didn't understand me
Boy, you gon' die just like your daddy
From two to the head, dumped in the riverbed
I didn't to hurt
remember), oh, when we used to hang
On the porch, drinkin' brew, but now they drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to play
Shoot 'em
Seen the Lord do mighty good things
And only up from here baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Covered by His blood
Loyalty and trust
Push come to shove
Changed by
go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R.E.
the boys from the men
So you gotta play your part or you will fumble
I wanna get fly like this
I wanna fly high like that
Don't wanna get by like this
Still
before I undo my pants
Whip out my belt then you know im finna sock ya
Imma pretty boy baby watch me do my dance
I don't got a perm but you know I got
what ya feel
Let me see work for these bills
Baby, I'm sick with it, mami, I'm I'll ill
Miami's the crib, like it or not, that's what it is
Wow, I'm
By faster than a bullet from the 9
Don’t worry about us
Mullah Famly Business
Come take a seat at the table
Can’t worry about you baby
I’m watching out
still riding with training wheels (Still riding with training wheels)
Time is money, boy you late still tryna pay ya bills (You late still tryna pay ya
by the river when the moon started drippin',
Finally figured out what a boy been missin'
Sinkin' into those eyes, yeah wrong never felt so right
We
this change”
These days he take his misses as a mistake
And little baby boy needs his diapers changed
But he workin overtime just to find some change
yo patna buzzin'
Baby lookin' kinda good, maybe I should press it
Opportunity is scarce, nigga can't be scared
In the hood my whole life but I changed
nothing adapt
I'm a big boy now father trynna call my phone
Turn my phone the other way so I can hear the ringtone
Living good by his self got his self
Like writing new verses
Nothing fazes me
Like a new trend
My trust issues has changed
Ever since then
All over the place like a baby
Who can't stand
and water
She actin like I'm tryna starve her
And I know the baby growin' and her belly gotta eat too
Only thing I got left is this gun on my belt, If I
: Bill Warner,
Tracking engineer - Joshua Keith
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Bill Warner
Recorded at Watershed Studio - Brentwood, TN, WarnerWorks
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