Lyrics:
get really close, I swear that I hear his breath
Then he put a knife to my neck, gave me the run down like
"Jada my sister. And if you hit her, fuck
went from TV's
To screens to D-V-D's
To C-D's,
To M-P-3's overseas
I got no time to talkin' its borin'
Just look at me soarin'
Feelin' like Jordan
(aah
all so simple then?
It's like this, I'ma start from the top
Inspectah Deck, he's like
He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you (uh-huh)
would spend…
We was at the impound, tell me how you get down
Down like that, broken heart, frown like that
Blap, Blap, Blap
Clapping cheeks could sound
puddle of mud
Comes from tears and blood
And it's so hard just to get warm
That the chill turns into despair
Will You lift me up with tender care?
demerits,
I'm the type to catch me a body, in clothes from he clearance,
Buy a suit and go to the funeral hug and kiss his parents,
Hit the Met Gala,
so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
And he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, just ask me bro,"
And I was supposed to get a job, I was
route ya hood
Wait till we pop out with them choppas
Might just get like Suge
He don't comprende then send papi or ock from the hood
Them niggas know I
determined
By your street buzz
Back this track from this that way
Back spoke about peach fuzz (word)
That's a whole nother repertoire
Back to the matter
might, ain't that's a DB though? (Woah)
From watchin' DVD's (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you know I got more hoes than a pack of CD's (huh?)
Bitch, I'm
Can I get you something?
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' bone! Jackin' me up, tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't understand
Cutty say 'e can't hang!
sayin' theirs
That's cause my dogs ain't there
[Chorus: x2]
The more hits we make, more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It
me I came a long way from the jacking and the stealing
Took me some time to get right with my healing Niggas like bitches That boy and his feelings I
takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl,
takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl,
believed in me I'm over it that's alright
I ain't really need you from the jump my nigga that's the truth
We was really homies was my nigga don't get
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie
And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect cause she don't
shit
O2, old, I'll whip that bitch
She left me 'lone but I miss that bitch
If she text right now, I'll hit that bitch
Old friends like, "How you get
Get Your Funny Up
Hold up, let me go back to the kitchen get my honey bun
Nah, fuck that shit, I'ma get my Mac And Cheese
Yeah, I think that bitch
orange room
A key pops out of your nose, we open the door
And all of a sudden we realize that we are no more
from ear to ear, from the here and now
I hear
Ma dukes she get the trophy and pops because they trying
Keep fake love from around me, aint to long til the fame comeee
Red opp dead opp know some
slide down my block if you looking for me
Roll your big homie up that shit 20 a G
Break the bitch down, need a gar for my weed
Better check on Lil Ron, he
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
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