Lyrics:
I live by the roads
I won't die on its side
So i got mine if i got to ride on a guy
When i tell man i got this ting
And I'm going in hard
Just trust
I got
Never let a nigga know what I got, keep my bidness to my own
So don't bring none of that there, to my home
I love my people, and that's
went and made a statement
Ooouuu, it's a damn shame
All these bitches corny, bring Young M.A back to the rap game
All the real niggas with the fat chains
dhuit
Hello, young traveler
You're quite a distance from your home planet of Earth
We are the servants of the spectrum,
Culkin on Home Alone
Young nigga I'ma travel the world all on my own
My ganja mami
Wherever you at on this earth Ima call that home
No moms at work this
sure its money line
Home runs all through the summertime
Catch me to the winter where my fits shaper than a porcupine
On the grind , Sixteen hours outta
on him
To bring money for food and rent
Sometimes he’s home late at night
Not a dollar not a cent
Chorus
We all gotta help people
Gotta take a stand
It
Last call, but the night and the girls is young
Back at the ranch man its 5V 1D
This girl, my, ex and her friends and me
And hot tubs bubbling
Don't let me, put some money, on ya head
Ma young Bois code it, call it, free throw
We searched, for a hero, on this sinful journey
I cannot bring you
Don't let me, put some money, on ya head
Ma young Bois code it, call it, free throw
We searched, for a hero, on this sinful journey
I cannot bring you
it went for you
I'm sorry I stayed on the road
When you were at home cold
And the rent was due
I'm sorry I just wasn't meant for you
the situation so wrong
Me creepin' and sneakin' up in yo house when yo man leave home
But this gator head on bone
You makin' it worse because you babblin'
the situation so wrong
Me creepin' and sneakin' up in yo house when yo man leave home
But this gator head on bone
You makin' it worse because you babblin' about
feel like I'm Lonzo
Drafted by my home team, look at what my hopes bring
I feel like I'm Pac, nigga, might go get a nose ring
Might go get a wife,
planets losin' its brain
It's like the world's gone mad
Speakin' for my generation this is innovation
Tryna bring unity to this divided nation
I'm
beamed, I'm talkin' on the phone
Tellin' Penny that's the way to do it, baby represent ya home
Just like candy (candy)
Just like candy (It takes over
the baking soda 'til it lock
Open up the shop
I ain't seen nobody on the corner with me
Ronnie Lott
Fuck I look like beefin' with a Papa Doc?
I could not fuck
And the night still Young
Take Your time I am free tonight
Shisha pipe with the Jeam Beam drink
She see the pipe and she start sing
Have You ever
Been on nice
getting caught
There was no joy in being
Brought home by a cop
I never was a troublemaker
But I did some foolish things
Cause when you're young
I guess
Dear God, thank you for my life
Thank you for my friends who'll stand up by my side
Thank you for these chances and these dances that I'll never have
She is Everything ft. Élan Noelle
Words by: Art Tawanghar
Verse1-
I can remember when walking used to bring
so joy each day
And now all it does is
not tired
I’m not tired
I’m not tired
I depend on that sack
And bring it home
Hit a lick if I ever go broke
Imma felon
Still carry that chrome
That shit
When the phone rang, he took the hint
The way she looked, he knew he shouldn't answer it
He said as he moved the ashtray
It won't change much at this
nigga
Come the Young Don
No pearls or diamonds
You know I'm working girl it's bad timing
Turnt at Mangoes, or VIP in Bamboo
Can't be your man girl
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