Lyrics:
away from a predicate
That Pa-trуn's my medicine
Them stones blowin like they owned by Edison
I am on my better than, everybody tip
Walk up in the club
Bottles popping everywhere too much dro is in the air
Vision blurry from the crown and club and I don't really care
All I need is another drank and mix
basehead lick be sniffing dope with a xanny
It's good then she say that boy mine like Brandy
I'm hand-to-handing sales to your grandma she in her panties
I
put to death but freed by Jesus in my soul
Black hoodie rap, my version of church clothes
Kill all misconceptions with the verse though
I know this is
coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat boy
Cadillac, weed, pistol
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
What up buzzing buzzing
Birds flip a dozen dozen
Holla at your boy boy
You thought your cousin wasn't
You can find me in the club
Love
With a bottle
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
is standing by
Great minds think alike boy thats a lie
Looking up to lord like let me be a simple guy
I think about my mom
All i can do is try
Memories
lost his wife rip my auntie
She probably watching down on me pour out this brandy
Always have a mask on my face vigilante
Chopper gets to thumping make
hate go head, its fine. My only enemy is time!
I see it, I want it, I think it, I get it
Law of attraction been deeply embedded
And proven to work, boy
(I love my chick)
I love my baby
He bring me joy
You see my chick is a one of a kind
I know you wish your chick was a rider like mine
When you see my
I love my lady, yup, yup i love my chick
(I love you, baby) i love my chick
Cause she can get it
I love my baby, yup, yup i love my boy
(I love my
I turn that cheek
No, the bandos ain't for the week
Mumzy told me we get no help
Take what's mine, week by week
Bros no better
He's doing the most
I
tryin' i'm not goin' to quit
The club was packed from wall to wall
The gangsta walk is what we call
Whn niggas are buckin'
I'm still gonna dance
The third
and feel my heartbeat, baby
And you're the one I see right through me
Read my mind
If your love is truly mine
I won't bring you down
(I love the way you
soldiers on the front line
Doing what you got to do to get by (listen)
This is for the struggle it don't stop
This one's for Malcolm, Martin and Tupac
the NASDAQ
Burn it up, I'm on fire
I hear them boys and their raps
But they liars
Try snitchin', might as well, well why ya
What it is, what it ain't, what you
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
of miles just to take a picture
So beautiful and magical I dripped and bust since I was a little boy
So I need to find her, she is a special girl
Nothing
just got this dangerous chemistry
Oh it's such a synergy
When you bring your energy next to mine
Boy I want you to know how you make me feel when you're
mad I get even
No rest for the wicked oh boy I'm a heathen
Come to the club and we fuck up your evening
We did what you did last month in a weekend
I see is a part of me
A need to measure when the measuring's done
Just let it go - move on by
One foot ahead of the other - go on, distance yourself
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