Lyrics:
going up
But I don't hold a grudge
I still hang around the same niggas that stuck by side
Yeah she claiming that she love me I know it was lies
I aint
them well
Spirits turned bitter by the poison of envy
Always angry and dissatisfied
Even the lost ones, the frightened and mean ones
Even the ones
them well
Spirits turned bitter by the poison of envy
Always angry and dissatisfied
Even the lost ones, the frightened and mean ones
Even the ones
A man is known by his tools
I earn my keep with my tools
Fools, you fools, you fools, you fools
You will not touch my tools
I want to know what
We don't need your democracy
Execute them kindly for me
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels
We don't need your
We don't need your democracy
Execute them kindly for me
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels
We don't need your
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
TV static clouds my sight
Shadows caught me
My oh my
Lemme pool the sound
I might tool these clowns
I might fool around
Am I a fool or clown
TV
In the dark I've been the grudge
Ask me if I ever gave a fuck
Shawty did knew she a crutch
High School shit that's a crush
I'm too cool for
Yes, I was afraid, I was terrified
No one knows what I really been through but God stayed by my side
Been through the darkest road every day and me
And I been in so many collisions by puttin' shit off till later
I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always
And I been in so many collisions by puttin' shit off till later
I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always
And I been in so many collisions by puttin' shit off till later
I tried so hard, can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard, will always
When she a pool, slip out the shoes
It be so cool, sit by the pool
Who got the tool? Gimme the tool
If you gon' snooze, then we gon' lose
Shoot
a dollar against this next line"
I said, "don't let the sunshine fool ya
Don't let the bluebirds tool ya
Don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine"
Deco suave
Block am for Wuse 2
Nack am with 2 by 2
This one na anticurise
This one na anticurise
Block am for wuse 2
Hit up my guys with tools
Nack
Still posted on the block
With my bros, all my jewels outside
If I ain't got my tool, my bro got a tool
I'm cool outside
1 7 to the death, fuck
and make it start to rain
Blowing smoke out the window when i pull up
Warm as fuck get your wool up
I got a cool touch
With the tool tucked like Tim the tool
Ridin' with my tool stocked
Who shot
Eighth up in my tube socks
Smoking til' my lungs are black and blue
Bum biddy bum, bum biddy bum bay
Bu-bum
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
in love with just one
Just one two
Just one two
Just one two
We gon break out the trap yo
If we make us a map yo
cnd Use our tools
Use our
Walk into the bank with a choppa four-five
Tell a bitch get down, before pussy hoe die
Catch me breaking in the safe
I up the tool, then let off five
Two lit
Come cross my line and I promise you hearing that tool blick
All of my hitters get stupid
Just found our marbles so don't make us lose it
Two
switched off
Night time full stop, distraction is over
You're still holding on to your grudge
Your 2am tired eyes, they need paid attention
& I'm so tired
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