Lyrics:
runnin' out of time
Sometimes a nigga feel like everybody ain't real like Jonny McKenzie
If I could pretend see, I wouldn't feel right
I bought a Dodge
don't waste none the air baby "Lazy!!!"
[Chorus] (2x)
Everybody you know, everybody we know (Come on, that's right)
want to spit a rhyme on a beat by
motherfucker
You know what I'm saying ?
You know what the fuck I'm saying
I'll catch up with you soon, homies
Ah ah, yeah, we'll catch up to you all
All
tote no pole for real
I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by myself
And you know that I'm holdin' steel
I cut off my old partners, my new
and the deepest
Know niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed
Think I give a fuck what you herbs say?
When I got the nigga that you trying to be
nigga?)
But even if you feel thats true
My nigga tell me who the fuck are you? (Who the fuck are you?)
Bout to put the game on notice with a post it
By
and to the fo'
It's the S-N, O and to the O, P
(Why am I so fly?) I don't know, but
(Why am I so high?) It's the indo
I don't fuck with the pocus, everybody
C'mon let's go! Yeah
It's beautiful, c'mon, keep marchin'
Everybody say hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey!)
Now if you got toast, you keep
to us, here's to us (Go fuck themselves)
Here's to us, here's to us
Here's to us, here's to us
Here's to us, here's to love
Here's to us, wish everybody
the last few days have kicked my ass
So lets give 'em hell
Wish everybody well, here's to us, here's to us
Stuck it out this far together
Put our
what you do
But don't hit me up no more
Don't call my phone, text me since you wanna be in everybody face
Dirty ass hoe, you fucked up for that
Fuck your
The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck
The hottest under the sun
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man
And you already know that, pimpin'
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
so don't be sorry
It's sad cause I fuck with everybody
But I had to switch that up
You feel so hood once get that gun
It's all cool and fun
Till ya
Can't let no bitch get on my nerves
I Phone on do not disturb
I gotta put in this work
Now everybody wanna verse
And everybody wanna favor
But nah nigga
we wanted
But now it's just me
Fuck it
I ain't never needed no one
I ain't never needed nobody but me
Everybody fake ain't real as you could see
Ima
want to tell me
You fucks don't overwhelm me
I like being only me by my lonely
I don't need any homie to know me
Don't show me that you know me
You're
these niggas keep up with my pace
After all, everybody tryna win this Rat Race
Ain’t it all, ‘bout the money, hoes and racks up in your safe?
Niggas
Everybody dance now
Everybody dance now
Hands up, hands up
Everybody dance now
Everybody dance now
Hands up, hands up, hands up, yeah
Damn yo I swear
We both know
This ain't going nowhere
Not afraid, that'll really happen the first time
When you gonna see me, you portray me the outside
Everybody
beliefs, I don't give a fuck what's PC
Everybody ain't for everybody, stop judging like you live so perfectly
We all got skeletons, some of y'all graveyards
trying to find out everybody wanna know
Even when I'm by myself and I keep it on the low (On the low like)
Two times you told me that you loved me (Ooooh)
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