Lyrics:
Need to clear my mind
We gotta take some time
Get back to the Lord he keep me in line
Knowing that I'm gonna be fixed in time
Let him speak through me I
your mind
You can reach me by caravan, cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here, just - get here if you can
I need you right
't leave my pipe (pipe)
These niggas be switchin', I can't leave without it
These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
I'ma go get it, I gotta go get
better call a Lyft
I don't mess with the fake counterfeit
You can tell by the way that I spit
It's legit on my momma dem
I know that I'm blessed
So no
happen was I had stopped by my nigga be spot
And he had a big blunt of that dro and I forgot
I was s'pose to go to the studio I got some hits to drop
Thinking' bout you when the day goes by
Chilling in the late summer nights
I've been really missing you, no lie
Cuz I can't get you out of my mind
Out of my
watchin
Keep it up get to curb stompin
Like a coffin,
Cause you know I got the dirt on him
Wave so big he could surf on em
Rich bitch yeah I turn profits
like he hate pussy (Yeah)
Come to this side get with me (Yeah)
He a big joke get with me (Yeah)
He don't get dough get with me (Yeah)
I make ten fold,
{hey hey}
I'm tryna get a number
I Pull up to the club steppin fresh up out the hummer
Got a lot of cash on me, I'm a number one stunner.
In the middle
See this pain in my eyes
When I cry, rain get in my ride
And they death took me by surprise
If they was here, they'd be by my side
This Sunday I
shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta respect us
We got guns and we got a whole plethra
And I betcha
Every
918 put tulsa on the map
Hahaha
Get it
Boom
Bow
Glad i do make good decisions
In my life as i am living
Choices i made man i made them
Can't take
I done seen some nigga fall off that was hoping I do
Gotta go and chase a bag even if my legs hurt ion know about yuh
Big bro said he need some money
reason to wilt
I'm, singing from my window sill
Fresh kills
Get more fame, pop more pills
We'll, Fill our veins with more filth
I'm, doubling down I got
the hat, the bag
I push the hate aside to get these racks
The glock get a tater tot and you get whacked
I'm in a race by myself
Ain't no way I'm finna lose
I'm a vibe ventriloquist
Yeah, yeah, uh, oh yeah, uh, aye
Trip Sitter, LSD sensei
Big tipper, even on a Wednesday
Heavy hitter, any beat, any day
would be bigger by now
Have a couple gold records and a big old house
Wake up with a ring and it all together
Kick the can down the road, it would all get
feelin' real embraced
I'm big bussin' on em', I'm feelin' them stare with hate
Smokin' gas by the onion, ridin' on a new wave
These niggas too fake
Just
they can't see the big picture
I got moves to make
Can't snooze cant wait
Gotta fill up the safe
Gotta make sure the kids are straight
Takin' it day by
(Passin' the cup like) And I don't think I'm ever gonna drink no more
(Back at the bar like) But fuck it bartender, you can give me one more
See, B.I.G
business
Grab by the neck
And I'm spitting on him
Chambered the mac
I be gripping on it
Make him deep throat this big black
With his eyes going back
You can
'm bout to get paid
I'm a king in my city
Smokin' on a big 50
Yo chick all in my section
Gold bottles is plenty
I can tell that ass real
By the way that
to catch her eye
'Cause, man, she is so hot
But you can't compete with a superstar
He's got a big old house and little red car
And what you need is
pulled up and I sat in the waiting room
Is this shit all a set up, it's debatable
If I get confronted by the police
I just want a massage, I am not here
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