Lyrics:
And I've got your back you've got mine
No matter where I am you're by my side
Oh oh you're home
We've got a long past that's just fine
The best things are
Ha, brr, bow (Why you goin' up, ReoN)
Ha, ESPN, nigga big KTA
(Oh yeah, ad, let's go) 6
I'm with lil' SpotEmGottem
Make us hop out on your
Block
moving fast we moving slow (Huh)
Moving more
By the pound who need to know (Uh)
Oo all cross the globe
Cross they mind I'm crossing dollars and dough
All I
From the south side bitch
You should know I'm rude as fuck
(Man, too bad)
Just doin me ol foolish
Me they who is he
(uh, who is he)
The foolery Tom
'm just doing what it takes
And I'll take it to the grave
I'm that crazy lil' shorty from the West Side
Always down to ride
Now you say I'm looking good
You
lil' bitch, please
Tun', they pussy in a can, Friskies (yo)
I got ten up on my pinky ring and twenty on my bracelet
Now these niggas kissing ass,
Ill Be He Who DEADED Simon
Fuck What They Say Bae
Let Me Put That Time In
I CAN
Be The One You Need In Yo Life
Never Said Im Mr. Perfect
But
a lawyer I got my producer
His name is Zack he goes by Z
Zacks mind or DMP
JAVI is Professor X Zacks Professor Z
What does that make me
Im the C O D Y
can't come to the south thinking you finna run it
If I'm rockin' the shades it's either I'm high but don't get it twisted I still can get dummy
Pop up
My mama
Looked me in my eyes
She said don't you cry
It's all gon' be fine
Lil' Nigga
I got the strap
By my side
I look in yo eyes
No you ain't gon
And its so hard I'm the southern Big Pun
All the ops know what time it is we gon' tootsie slide on the side
Yea I heard they lil diss I just laugh no reply
Live truly laid back get fed by Mrs Woody
Buckets of grape yellin out fuck it I be the great
Smoke the wolf on the wall street maintain the bosses
With my homies on the side
Ballin' like it's Mike
I'm not surprised
I just do what I like
Only good vibes
Nice weather in July
Mr. Nice guy keeps me
Mr
know im bound to drown
Come get high up off this gas smoke it by the pound
That lil Bitch wanna fuck with me cause i'm icy now
Know this dick be in her
on the street can i let somebody drop me
My determination is to great to let somebody stop me
Psycho Nip, South Park, A soldier with heart
And I got love for
the street talking shit put ya teeth through the curb
Seen both sides what I learned is to never take shit for granted, watering every lil seed I planted
Don't
Mr producer drop a joint ,I'm tryna smoke by myself
I got a couple points I'm tryna prove to myself
Bhaber the biship been about it ever since he was
(Mr.Cheeks)
Yo we come through like balls, see us niggas takin two pulls and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I pack a .380 in
on the south side
You don't have to be lonely
You don't have to be lonely
Downtown you be living out your best life
Margaritas by the pool in the night sky
You
Baby is you gon' ride is you gon' die for me
Who else gon' run these bands up by my side with me
I love the way lil mama buss-it back for me
Top down
(aye)
All I need is a beat that's super bumpin'
And for you, you, you to back it up and dougie!
Put your arms out front, lean side to side
They
I stay throwing up my shit but I wont take off
All et nigga rap and cap about is bricks of fentanyl
You know I hit lil Noah right when I go get et
far
I am still here and it's only by your grace God
The bright Side of this situation
Is that God kept you alive when so many others died
You get what
on the hoe stroll
Dr. Ruth on E, sippin' Old Gold, Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow
In South Park with the Chef, in the stolen Ford
I'm lookin' for my mojo,
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