Lyrics:
suck
Rather go out test my luck
Haters wanna fight don't buck
Show em all what to suck
Video games they suck
Rather go out test my luck
Haters wanna
Christmas Day
I was convinced I should be alone
If my parents didn't want me
Then who could possibly need me?
Now I've got my friends
And I know that's all I
It's all about you!
Every other city we go
Every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes!
Every other city we go
yo' profile (uh)
Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up
But (what?) don't blush, just keep this on the hush
I know you seen me on the video
People who are being taken advantage of
By you and your lies?
To all separated couples out there who are
Cordial and co parent nicely GOOD FOR
YOU i wish
an animalistic crave
All a bitch feel for!
Make me spend more bills to feel my lil' pole, real raw?
In a digitalized age, can I find a bet, stake my claims?
What
like rula
Shootin like a video
And we be ridin, ridin, slippin, slidin
All through the city with that
Semi right beside him ballin like Jimmy
And that
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
on that tip about stoppin' the violence
About my people she was teachin' me
By not preachin' to me but speakin' to me
In a method that was leisurely, so
the immobile
when global terrorism's all the rage and folk get smoked local
Block, if you need me (yeah?)
I had to bounce to DC (yeah?)
To bullet-proof mom's
from the outside
Inspired all this growth within
So new planes gettin' broken in
Highest elevation of the self
They done around and gave the right wealth
or going to kill me
Still living lavish and they still
Wonder why I act savage
All these guns and automatics
Still gonna murder these niggas that
Want
snitched all summer
The streets don’t fail me now
They want to put the game in town
From Compton to Congress
It’s set trippin’ all around
Ain’t nothin' new
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
and shit in videos and show niggas
I got money all the Time I don't feel like that is real
You ain't gotta be from the hood to be a real nigga
You ain't
turn my volume down
Do not bring your friends around
Only few, I'm holding down
La de da de da de da
Do I trust 'em? Probably not
I think that y'all
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
a pilgrim
In the mind I'm on an island like Wilson
People see me drift away
When I never hear all the shit ya say
Why they pissed today 'cause whatever
On the radio, in the videos
Tryna play me on the low, you think I didn't know
All those DMs in your phone, that shit typical
Steady leaving me alone feeling
to God all I fear
Is Allah so why try me?
Cross me get crucified, why would I lie akhi?
You look like the Predator by prey
(pray) on God akhi
They say if
me with those eyes
Seeing all the lies filter through your mind
Blind to the facts I had hoes on the side
They say old habits die hard
Stacking 100
just, you know, after all that, I'm just ready to be me. And it's a lot to work through, you know, because all of us have hidden in these little boxes
man in soccer violence around this way
I beat 50 people up, I'm just fcuking insane
I only visit my nan so she can polish my chain
She gives me a tenner
reply
Never think that I don't wanna be
Right by your side
And if you ever come around
I guess we'll sit down
And play video games
Cause when I press
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