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Something to Remember Me By
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(It's doing my fucking head in)
Two hundred pubs
Two hundred kebab shops
(I'm
tap her on the shoulder and tell her life goes on.
3 years 2 months 1 week 4 days
I'm always counting down because there ain't know easier way.
the same time, "Wanksta" got it's first spin
That was 32 weeks before they signed Rakim
Eight months, 13 days before I knew where Mike lived
And three years
really feelin down
Stayin at Pat's house it's five towns away
Up at four a.m. and take two buses every day
Meet with moms after I get off the first bus
She
the same
You know, the 7 days a week, before 9 and after 5
Adds nothing but a few more lines 'round my eyes
Cause kids, the solution's to gain all those
ain't got enough by the first of the month
Knock on the door goes 1, 2, 3
Cops always knock in threes on the glass
Blast through the window, light from
Pull up, Louis V on my waistband
Saint Laurent call em toe taps
I’m in the cut
Flexin’ like I got money flowin’ in like the ocean
Girls, all them want me
the pussy, not pictures
Met her this week and fucked her this evenin'
She turn to freak on the liquor
Yeah, I am a boss on these bitches
Yeah, I pour some
uniform. Ninety five theses. Ninety four pages. Ninety three million miles away. Ninety two Johnson solids. Ninety one space wings. Ninety stable isotopes.
bitch I let her know
Just play your place an that’s your role
I got addicted to that bag now moving ot
Same piece for 5 days on now
Shit ain't going
days a week thinkin one day you gon get by a lil
7.5 hours of practice a day then realize doing
30 hours a month jus to eat brings you back to days in
never ever need for another girl
I need extra day on the week
An extra hour on the clock
Just to show you how beautiful you are
You're so good
game (outta here)
I copped some Sc's (Sc's) then I rocked some Louis V (Louis V)
Dnd don't text me, don't call me don't wanna see it (nah)
Stop chasing
through da scurriest streets
I keep ma ear 2 da streets
N I ain't scared of police
Lord knows dat I got various beefs
So cud you pray 4 da week
You kno
for a Conversation
About Overcoming tough situations
While Overshadowed by our reputation
Da Yo
1 Body in a week my city crazy
2 bodies in a week my
a week goes by and it goes untouched
Then two, then three, then a month
Then the rest of your life, you beat yourself up
I left some seasons eager
and coming, better put us in your top ten
Me and Nebz top two, tryna be the top ones
Tryna be a real brudda? Nigga you are not one
Go through it all by myself
he can get 'em their p"
But he's gotta hit road, so he needs a couple weeks
Look, you got five days, keep thinking I'm joking
You and your mum, 6
Nasty birthday a week after, I'ma try to drop it same day
Long live them members, man, we don't say rest in peace
They live through me, Lump, Rico, 23,
When I count the number of spots in a deck of cards
I find 365, the number of days in a year
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year
There
for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never
check lil dude
Get out my way or get moved
Lil nigga no im not in the mood
Ricky ya back Lonzo Ball
Shoot by the two's
If its beef shoot a cow to the moon
friend in a foreign country, the days pass by so slowly
And all I ever do is drive around by myself
First month of summer and it's rained nonstop this
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies,
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