Lyrics:
twelve
Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your
The side I love
Southside and it ain't gon change
Niggas like us gon change the game
With street fame living untamed
In a wide frame drop fin to swang
I'll make it I get the face lift
Naw cause Cole told me love yours
And I praised it
So I'm on some how we live the movement
Due to Save the day shit
right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Linen soft top, sick chain with 20 point rocks
Take your bitch, why wouldn't I?
The whip got chrome shoes, cream
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
the kind of pain that
I wish this pain, would go away
Just gets all up in your heart, and in your soul
I wish this pain, would go away
The kind of pain
Catch me, don't you
Catch me, don't you, catch me, I've fallen in love
For the first time
For you I drop the tough guy shit
On this bus I sit
I appreciate that
Focus your dreams, repeat em' on playback
Recognize love the reason I that I say that
Without y'all, I wouldn't be where I am
And by
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
of the city
Amazed by churches
Parks and the old town
Come and join us
All down by the river
Raise your glasses
And let's have a great time
Fall in love with
ruined your life?
Am I still that kid who you ruined twice?
Am I still the one who don't got any friends?
Bet you feel dumb, I live in your head
I live in
and don't you fucking put a hyphen
See you later J's up on my feet at Sada Baby's concert
All the people in the clique swear on their life that they for
the hands they hand you
Gotta interact with your fansdem
Socialise don't vocalise
Don't talk about your sadness
Live a fake life, all smiles, insane minds in
Uh, girl, yeah yeah we smoked it all
I see you drivin' 'round town
With the girl I love and I'm like "fuck you"
I guess the change in
My pockets
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
you'll start to love me
A'int need no secret chords, your favourite actor's my buddy
He gon lip-sync my next track in his next movie
Matter of fact check
bust back
Unless I need, this world is greed, I lead by example with ample
Education, my lyricism is here to imprison your vision
The fallacy society
by myself in the low-lit gloom of my room
With a billion other kids around the world
Who love to watch me dancing live
With a billion other kids
like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now
all the politicians higher than the state are in the know?
Nah, dismantle the whole system
And if all lives matter, you should stand here with us
goin' on respect the game
Me and my dogs we ball
Just like we live we love
Get in our path of money
And your head get bust
Me and my dogs we ball
Just
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
If you get the muffins
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
dry
I’m drug in by my tide
It’s been fun I tried
Lord Lord Lord
Blessed self love straight up
You don’t have to look any further
Pray up stay up
Know
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