Lyrics:
with his homies like he was a straight G
Askin' where I'm from while he runnin' up
Gangbang my set on every one of 'em (20's, nigga)
Some things,
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
that’s why I took the time to understand cues about you; especially your body language
2AM and we drunk
3AM and we faded
4 o’clock we naked
Got me
for the past week
And two hours ain't enough for me
I feel inspired, at quarter to three am
I haven't changed since our last meet
I'm still getting
drinking mad dog 20/20
Silver satin, blue ?
I got my lopes on, selling through my neighborhood
Catch you slipping on them bricks, that ain't no good
to clean, hell na I can't speak
12 hundred on the jeans
5 hundred on the feet
3 goon chains a hundred 40 thousand dollars each
400 20 thousand, I can show
thought, he can be tamed in a lyrical war?
(I guess he's playin')
We nodey come fool like SDK
If your rapping cadence dey sound like you're getting raped by
where I was when I was 20,
crashing through salal alone and mumbling,
one moment thinking I'm wise
and in the next one I writhe,
trying to re-remind
black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be?
TIM-BA-land, now haters want to get at me
Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
He
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
of their Creator that will not be broken
Yet unless I am loved by the side I desire to be
Even if I create paradise on this earth
God WILL destroy me
Do you
This is me thinking at 4:43 AM, June 6
Sometimes I wanna say fuck rapping, I need money now
Like should I start trapping? If what I write down
niggas flexin', I pistol whip the boy that bring the message
Police interrogate me, man fuck the shit, am I arrested?
If not then let me go cuz bitch I
one, gun by my side as I mob through the beach
On a mission and I'm fishin' for my DJ Warren G
Now I as I look for the bud sack
And see where my loves
and prada
Twenty four Oh, Oh
On your Roll, Oh, Oh
Let em know Oh, Oh
Yeh, Yeh
You living nice imma take you higher
Anytin that you want I go buy am
Baby yo oh
And anticipating
For a true love I can call mine
You were heaven sent
This is such a sign
Why can't you see
That you belong with me?
Yeah I am twenty-three
And I am
Right now I'm living for me
And it feels good
Never got started at twenty three
But now I don't mind
Because I am who I am
And I've got the time
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
dark vador
I got a glock it came with a laser my diamonds
They beating my wrist joe Frazier Setta hold twenty three
Like he play four the lakers
I'm in
play by the rules ima put 20k on yo head just like it's family feud
I remember them days when I was broke nobody offered me shit but now that I'm up all
on the gas full steam
I'm killing shit I'm only twenty three
But mirror it starts with you and me 781 to the bean
I'm perfect on the hook I'm Kareem
Young
a little bit[00:16.66]I ain't nervous no more[00:17.87]I'm like, alright, fine, I'm good[00:19.55]Come back[00:20.05]It come back[00:20.61]I'm like, damn,
When I seen my opposite he tried to get of and go get a gun
No respect to you lil pussy I'm gone send you pass the sun
Twenty three shots in
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