Lyrics:
Weak souls with trash flows
It shows and Rey about to smash those
Like playing on FD
Training to be god emcee
Thank god I'm free from fake friends who
Navigator
My big body Denali, sqauatting like a Florida Gator
Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar
50 cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren
I
it's my CRO
I used to go Urban Junction for my trainers and Surrey Street Market to get my clothes
Time Is Money, Lot 29, For Us By Us copped all
on you like fine jeans and white tees
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone
see when you imagine free
A 140-Carat diamond lens of sovereignty
Layered on top of us brick by brick like a chimney
This godless America what have we
killed my homie
(Aye)
I got the waves you might spot me wit a sea check
When I'm back I want my spot like a seat check
(Aye)
This is for us stoner kids
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
Yo, you ready back there?
All right, one shot deal productions
Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens
L B Fam
You know what I'm
they see me ride by in this Chevrolet They get confused and say that I'm rude
Every day I be new and improved
And my kids gon' be doin' it too
They like
shit they Spitting in in the booth his poop
Only the truth could save them
Like they raised by Taliban Troops with this Brute behavior
The type they get
move cause we dangerous
No asking for favors
Your rap need some flavor
I ball the lakers
I bite like a gator
I'm captain the man if the kid is in danger
Skirt SKURT SKURT
V-6 engine
If it’s mine I’m spending it
Back seat so big you can live in
Yo bitch wanted me to put my kids in it So I beat it up like
from bein' rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you bitch
I was thinkin' about rockin' Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was
You famous?
What you think?
Smash into twelve
Ima hit em' again
Crash like three whips
Then I hop in a Benz
Fuck on a bitch
Then I fuck on her
on heaven's door
Fuck hoes, I ain't need more
Got my lady on the passenger, we make furor
She may be the reason that I live for
And I do it for the kids so need
dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun
Understand that the plan that I view is crucial
Living by the knife, and my life is the usual
That's how we live, take this shank to the rib
And peace the dead
mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine
A f***in' shame, duke's a lame,
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
Wrapping with gold like the food I try
Utter a word, then you will die
Save those subs for PewDiePie
So this is the next test they'll
Make us fight in our
Yeah, come on
I live the life of a celebrity (yeah)
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see (uh-huh)
I'm gettin' paid like I'm
Yeah, come on
I live the life of a celebrity (yeah)
A made nigga way bigger than them other cats you love to see (uh-huh)
I'm gettin' paid like I'm
a nigga hit the gas
12 hop behind us then they no I'm haulin' ass
Back then I was bummy and them bitches, wouldn't smash
Stayin' by his lonely while he
she knows she's gonna crack
Let me take you back a bit
Cah It's kinda hard to watch
See the world passing by
See their lives getting crossed
See
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