Lyrics:
Yeah pandemic in the city (Woah)
Me and the boys still litty (Yeah yeah)
Chain like fifty (Woah)
Diamond they dance they jiggy (Yeah yeah)
Yeah
nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you,
(skee)
Ain't spend these nights in the game
Just to end up getting stained by a cat named Tom
Ain't forget 'em but they're gone
Both my boys, this shit
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
What what
What up
You niggas talking
While we living it
This is real life
Can it with the gimmick shit
You punking who
This 3 Uncle Drew's
The old
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the DA can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
see how clear it be? A
Angel right in front of me
Came to me inside a dream
Told me to grab on her wings
Camera lens up on my face
Tell your boy to stay
to leave her alone
He says his age is twenty-one years
Too old to be controlled
I drew my revolver from my side and destroyed that poor boy’s soul
So let’s
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
Now it was a hot sticky morning
'Round the Fourth of July
The breeze was standing still
I'm hanging out by myself
And I'm having a good time
will rise on top
I ain't never seen another clique that did it like this
That's why dem boys they never try it
I hope you see that by now
I am the best
That pain it made me go harder
That shit made me smarter I
Had to grind a lil’ harder I
Took that shit a lil’ farther
By the hate I’m unbothered
Yes
with ill-ego broadkast Dr Drew made the beat way back
When your boy rapped girls gave me compliments in turn gave me confidence i knew i was whack
Truth
the day, my Mama told me boy, you pack your bags
I send the mayor down in his pickup truck
The jury look at me, say outta luck
And I'm alone, I'm
the macs like I took the pencil and drew an iPad
Don't forget wont forget those who stuck they necks out
A young 40 maybe tired by still rollin
Smokin- bad
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
A sunny disk,
the sky's around (it)
This is a drawing by a young boy.
He drew it on a sheet (of paper)
And signed in the corner
May there
On the bank of a Tennessee River
In a small Kentucky town
I drew my first breath one cold November morning
And before my feet even touched the ground
a boy
In a roomful of toys
When he tired of one
There were more to enjoy
But now, as a man
Cultivating by hand
He could flee too hastily
When his
chose to Commit
I ain’t down with all that capping
All in yall rapping
And I don’t like to flirt
If it ain't followed by action
Niggas be dick riding
listening to
Skip a intro without further adieu
Just trying to show you the truth
Just trying to show you the truth
Reshape the lines that history drew
Walk
Oh Oh
Oh Oh
Oh Oh
Oh Oh
Ohhhhhhh
Oh no no no
Out on the weekend
out on the weekend
Out on the weekend
Out on the weekend
Drew:
Let them in, get
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