Lyrics:
great
Won't this be fun?
With dear old friends
Utterly sincere old friends
Honey, break a leg
Madame, good day
Enjoy your stay
Hope it extends
the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I
a day, don't matter who you are
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell
Money motivations, greens galore
Yeh, I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel
Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel
God damn
Uh
Old soul new spirit
Take me back to the old days
Grandpa, palm wine, eating in mold plates
Uh
I mean look how we living now
Demon time in the city
but really be splurging
I get a old school Impala and cut that shit up like a surgeon
That money is coming, that money is coming
And I'm 'bout fuck
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you having some thoughts about freakin me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you
Tell me how you want to do it
Real Real Real Real Rite
I get Money, and I fuck Bitches
And I get Money, and I fuck Bitches
And they bout to fade ya hood
the way through Nashville and Atlanta! (Oh!)
Do I send a postcard over pigeon back to grandpa? (Oh!)
Tell him everything is beautiful in Tampa?
In Tampa
this[01:21.27]I been thinking bout the bad and the bad can always be better[01:23.65]I been thinking bout the good wasn't good enough for me ever[01:25.86]I been
grandpa died
He looked me right straight in the eyes
Said here's some words to get you by
To help you on the journey of your life
You'll need a hero
of a threat
I could see you were really bout the biz and it made me double-down cuz I had to submit
Girl you made me wait from the rip, had me thinking how
trying me by saying that they better tell him, hold up
Uh, I don't really gotta say too much
Actin' Hollywood, so bitches say I play too much
I remember
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
nope I ain't with it
They'll push me on the street and say
(yo Jeff how bout a ticket man)
To your very next show
But I say no
And I tell them where
When I come out with them M&Ms (oh)
And tell you to count up this big bankroll
Everything good though
Told me stop trapping but you told me
That you
was eighty-some years old and they'd lost track
They could not have known
They were bringing Winston home
He'd been raised by his Grandpa
They said his
when my momma used to hold me
I wish somebody would've told me if you would want it
I'm reminiscing bout the old days
And the pointless conversations
I took five shots and I felt it in my soul
I gave him five back and he felt it in his skull
She stripping softly like its velveted velcro
Jump me by
It’s been old news to me
It’s been old news to me
It’s been old news to me
I do whatever i want
I give a fuck what you want
I give a fuck bout your
and me do you still see?
(Do you see?) How much do you see?
Remember the good old days
Before I was replaced by a fake
I'm not the only on that
caught a bullet with another man's name on it
Now he can't do leg day or put strain on it
Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it
I used
crown me kingpin
Dangerous
The town that dreaded sundown
Bout to shake em
Everything that you got
Break your pockets
Like the bitch you lay with
Fracture
me assure you… you don’t
Lemme tell you bout it
Verse 1
Life use to be fun back when I use to get excited
When I was a little punk scraping knees
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