Lyrics:
chips
Ima need 100 grand just to lay an Adlib
Baby please get yo man I am not One of them
Lets be honest don't pretend
Niggas aint bout what they be
war again
It's war again
(chorus)
"gun cocks back"
Lay down
"bullets fire"
Mothafucka lay down
Lay down
Spray sounds
Spray sounds
Spray
(Go, go, go, woah, woah)
(Woah) Yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
If it don't make money it won't make friend
Cuz most of these people they just not your
go
Did you think I'd lay it all on the line
Did you think I'd lose it all, lose it all
Or just curl up inside
Lay down and die
I can run but I can't
the tape
Do what it take
Ima do what it take
Ima lay ya ass down by the pool or the lake
Do what it take
Ima do what it take
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I find, your
like I'm all up in my head again but I don't know what for
Should I just go and sell my soul or some - how much you want it for, yeah
I feel like I
the kind folks don't worry
That ain't nothin' but my hammer suckin' wind, it keeps me breathin'
A steel driver's muscle I intend"
Captain, tell the people,
comply
Staying inside, here in my mind
Tried it on but it don't feel right
It don't feel right
So please, I just wanna be well
I don't wanna pretend
spraying on this microphone
But I don't want to sit at home
Need to work so I'm not alone
It's all I love, that I know
So when the money's gone
I just make
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
I just wanna smoke on Some dope and lay the pipe down
Don't ask me how I'm feeling what I'm doing
Or who else around I been drinking heavy Almost
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
me, pen in hand, write lines knowin' The Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should
me, pen in hand, write lines knowin' The Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should
work out fine
Well it's alright, we're going to the end of the line
Don't have to be ashamed of the car I drive (end of the line)
Just glad to be
to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG
I wish a nigga would say hood in
The presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up
(Flash
arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas, so they say that I'm gassed
But without it I'd be last, so I ought to laugh
So I don't listen
Them hoes get it in
Lonely’s not an option
You been hurting don’t pretend
And if you need me I can help
I did it the best
Got the shit you need to lay
guilty this was I
So when these undeveloped motherfuckers try it, I don't cry
I stuff a three point five and fly, watch that boy burn
I can't let nobody
help me stay up
Did you do one line for me?
Oh baby girl wait up (baby just wait up)
Sending you messages late at night
'Cause I don't wanna lay up
the deep end
Told me you would call me by the weekend
Love of my life how the fuck can we just friends
Why try to pretend
He wants her but she don't need him
can't hit once and pretend I forgot it
you gone take my heart and bend it and squash it
I could put you up in fendi don't watch it
you playing games
know wit me he don’t gotta pretend
Don't give a fuck about who I offend
No such thing as having too many men
Put them in a rotation by order wake up in
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
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