Lyrics:
of a dirty slum
I ain't going back to jail
Already let them judge me once
Call me dumb, call me fool
Fine, you can call me stupid
Cause I come, flying through
Bitch it’s Dream
Don’t get attached
I was working out my back
Come and rub my Lats
Yeah you daddy’s little girl
Run and tell your man
How you suck
You're my other half but that half is tethered
Baby I know you tired and want to fly but you lost your feathers
Keep your chin high how I always tell you
that's super wavy
1998 to 2000, we're super babies
Say goodbye to the mumble rap, that shit is fading
I'm bringing boom bap back with five csians on it
Our
my old man plays the trombone
cnd works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he
my old man plays the trombone
cnd works out at the track
He says that he loves me
Even though its not his baby
He says that he'll raise him up
Like he
girl, you made me blush
I got a little bit nervous, then my face turned red
Till this day, I remember every word you said
You looked at me with a smile,
(Guidance Music) uh, uh
Uh, uh, they know (T.Hames The Giant)
Uh, uh, uh
Remember me, uh
It's little Heem, nigga (it's me, nigga)
Mama
lucky number for me
that was the age when I discovered how good balling could be
up every morning with the birdies doing little drills
go to my left go
your shit mf you leaking, oh my god i think he teething,
Crying like a baby, mf like wa-wa, twerking her shit, little mama doing handstands, magic city
your dad's nut
And looking back
I wish he'd never fucked with that fat slut
You pre-cum baby johnny Come Lately
Holler at my homie Duke if you
Want
Hunter Bidens own back page
Would come all over his face
This boy's a criminal
Naked smoking glass on the floor
Police called him skinny dipping
With his
the whole thing, neck keep the whole thing
(You gon' need hands) Bigger than that
Nappy tonight, so you know it's a wrap
My nigga never come back
So if
get my money up
I know I'm amazing
I don't really care what they saying
They just hating, they will come back when make it, yeah
Now I'm blasting my
girl)
Something about you's making me wanna come over
Coz I want you girl (Need your body close to mine)
But every little thing you do is making it harder
I'm twitchin
I'm itchin
For something new
But nothing is coming to mind
I'm on my fucking grind
My brain is ticking with little time
But nothing
acting like a Judas
Think about your daughter and the future that she'll get
If you try to back out now, man I'll fucken break your neck
Woah! Woah! Chill
that when that time comes that i can be forgiven,
I'm not perfect i'm just human,
Started bloomin at the concrete of ghetto streets,
Little leah with
than me
Stop that shit, we do this every time
Baby girl, you know that you a dime
I'm tryna kick back and just unwind
Got some weed, the grip, a bottle,
bleeding out.
Now I finally know what goes around comes back around because you my karma for that rose that I exposed to so much trauma pain and drama I was
the drama put the rifle to my shoulder
But I ain't trippin cause I'm here to make ya bounce
Counting money by the stacks, bustin raps and buildin clout
Now
Yeah
It's how we do
This a little story about uh
A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al
I can see you watching
Waitin in my garden
In my bushes
belongs to only one
He's waiting patiently inside the rind to see what he'll find
Like a stubborn little baby boy,
At times it seems as if he's got
to have ten cats by the Curly Wurly
Now it's top shottas back in full effect
I grew up on the block, money, power and respect
I'm a product of the YOI's,
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