Lyrics:
to reach
But I'm not feeling top shelf; it's only cuz I'm not thinking about just me
Society a dirty game, just tryna stay in my lane Society a dirty game
them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
How can you measure a nigga by multiple figures he may got, got, got
Had
the illistrious Pac
i stand before you a man with dirty shoes
dustier socks, in clusters we rock
ryhme magnate encircled by controversy
and red tape (AY YO) rollin
Mountain momma we are one
I can't escape from you
So I bring you home
Welcome home
Leave it all behind you
Like an old pair of shoes
Take a trip down south
counted
But I would climb a mountain while I’m bound to get to you
Written by: Wes Mitchell, Josh Hawkins, and Carlos Barnard
mountain, once or twice but who's countin'?
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills (yo, yo)
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple
Oh yeah
The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
Now I look out my front porch and this panoramic view
I can sit and watch
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, yeah I got records to break in them shoes
Nothing to lose,
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go
on me i"m protected by an army
Techshield gon protect me when i text you
It's just me and it's just you and your so cute uh
Stompin' in my nikes never
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
climb all these mountains
Took a wrong turn had to reroute it
Now when I look up my vision is clouded
Written By: Josh Seabrook
Produced By: JuseBeats
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
of my exes
I be fuckin with my new jawn
Stop by on her way to work and she getting that work while she putting her shoes on
Hop in the rocket, I gotta
clear
It starts high in the mountains of the north
Crystal clear and icy trickles forth
With just a few floating wrappers of chewing gum
Dropped by
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
On one on me
On me on you on me
Look, uh uh
They say two wrongs never make a right
I was posted by the fireside had the game on it was good times
I
bound for Shady Grove
I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door,
Shoes and stockings in her hand
Little bare feet on the floor.
Shady Grove, my
you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by
a murderer (Murderer)
Bitch, really I'ma murder ya (Murder ya)
Bitch, murder ain't a dirty word (Dirty word)
Bitch, my murderin' is dirtier (Yessir)
Naw, I
busy and trying to flex
Claiming you counting the checks
But really a clown
Just missing a red nose and big shoes for ya fit
Aye
No room for no
Up near Moolieve Mountain, where the winds blow wild and free
Where the Kilkeel River makes its way down to the sea
The misty Mourne Mountains there
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