Lyrics:
there for
And most of all standing by the people that I care for
We runaways
We ain’t gotta run away
We can stand our ground
Turn back round
And make that
blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money,
blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money,
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
And when they find you they sending you to immortal ground
and ain't no coming back from that shit you going down
Now you history with the quickness cause
mighta nutted quick as fuck
Call me by my rapper name
Baby when I dig it up
And it’s nobody that’s really even like me
Guess that’s the reason
Why these
to lift the whole world
Such a young cum
When I broke up with myself, I
Really thought that it was me, I
Really thought that it was I, you know?
Until
to keep ma head above ground
Confessions of a Rude Boy
This da confessions of a Rude Boy yea
I'm going home June 7 (Where at) Kingston 11
Best believe that
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
Their motherfuckin shit straight
Niggas love to say im broke how
I was running round 50 thou
Plus a feature name bieber on a mixtape
I got the glass walls
to find
I gotta do ya
Even though way-back I knew ya
I gottcha on scope and see right through ya
Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that
you doing
Beefing by these hoes and catch these slugs, what the fuck you doing
I been counting shit, been stacking up, that's what the fuck I'm doing,
around me
I keep the best around me
And we serving ground beef
All the smoke, it is free
I get the drug for the cheap
That's on the gang, that's on me
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
beef to the Ground
Young Stoney nigga blowin trees by the ounce
Staying to myself, low key, out of bounds
But if I pull up, it's a guarantee it's goin
Live from the closet, lets go
Lets go back
Let's go back started as a root inside of earth
Got my own suit to fight crime it worked
The gift that
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin'
on the spot
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in
Finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip
You fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click
So that
And to the ground with this sucka
And this boy didn't hesitate
He broke off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that
faking they rich rich
When they straight broke broke
Thanking they it it
All that fake ice stay breaking they wrist
Boy I'm taking a risk just talking
Yeah oouuu yeah yeah yeah
Ima boss I go get it by any means yeah
I guarantee that my niggaz is gone eat yeah
Dirty money but you know we whippin'
fry you
If you don't get chips boy
(Stop the cap boy)
All of em bitches that hated, it's gassin me up
(Gassin me up)
All of the time I got snubbed by
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
a sad Guy
Broke boy you ain't nothing but a sad Guy
We just at this party having a good Time
She be getting naked by the pool side
She ain't feeling none
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