Lyrics:
I'm living life on the run, will I end up in jail or die by a gun
Can't hide when they come y'all know where I'm from, I ride with the son
My outlook
at the numbers, they're rising up, hurry
Listen to the sound of the pistol (Pistol)
You gotta impress all members in jury
Only the strong survive, King-Kongs
Y
I just need a line
Catch a vibe
When I'm with my tribe
I don't need a guide
I just need a vibe
Niggas don't know what I know
Therefore they can't go
deathly just praying I don't get picked
Small town big dreams few know how that feels
Author of my life directing shit keep this movie real
Addys getting me
Another one
Ever since a nigga hit the top (Uh)
Pussy niggas wanna see me in a box (Oh)
They don't love you no more
(They don't love me no more)
(Huh) They
I'm still on my grind
Dr.Suess
I perfected my rhyme
Nother perfect at Yume a line
Extra with ramen pork
Know it's mine
Astagfirullah
Cause the pork is
vet in the game let me play with your kitty
I think y’all should know my real name
I’m just joshing I’m just kidding
No need for my government
I mean
a try
Now, I don't know the words to that song Louie,
Louie and I'm pretty sure the singer for the
Kingsmen didn't know 'em either,
If he did know
it
I got some nighas that's enemies
I know some people that envy me
Still in these streets
I don't wanna be
But I gotta break bread
For my family
Gotta
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second,
on your way
(On your way, your way)
Now it's time to celebrate
Hurry up and don't be late
Cause you know it's gonna be a lovely day
Chorus[2]:
Lovely day,
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I'm
the crime and I focused on rhyme
Focused on every word, and line
Like a young Cassius Clay in his prime
I was born to talk shit and prove mine, and I'm
strident
Run that shit back on like two hoes
Yeah I might um get the Heismen
I got your girl cause I am a lottery
Why you hating, I'm filling my pockets
to
And I'm not gonna stop but I'm trying to
Sitting back but I'm in a hurry
Feeling fine, still I'm always worried
Need a change but I know it's gonna take
to keep the peace
Just like Muhammed
But y'all don't give a fuck
Bout shit these days
So i'm in this bitch like
Big Ben Wallace
And i don't give a fuck
to death
College park still in me
I wear that shit on my chest
It's not a flex
Yet I know some people impressed
By the way I handle opposition
Wonder why my
sunny all day
Charlie and Frank are in Philadelphia
That’s where they’ll stay
If you don’t know
Names Fettuccine Alfredo
Charlie hates to travel
Now you
if I don’t hear that ding
Then it’s one in the noggin
I’m not playing
I’m a don when my adrenaline jogging at this pace
For Pete’s sake
Can you hurry
a rover
Now I’m flying south by Georgia
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Driving fast
Do the dash in my whip
(My whip)
Going fast
Don’t stop there’s a cliff
(aye)
Twenty
snake, why'd you violate?
Because I'm a hossa (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by
Imma attorney slb,
Passed the georgia bar in 2018 [I'm licensed lil bih]
Three years later I passed in Cali,
And it didn’t cost me notta thing
Just
discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These youngins crossed the line with
discovered is y'all snitch lovers
I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
See what Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know
These youngins crossed the line with
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