Lyrics:
Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again
If he won't be here next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I
don't have it all upstairs
But who the fuck cares?!
I'm grabbin' brews, takin' fast swiggas
I get cash and stash figures
And harass them bitch-ass niggas
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
solid niggas still taking care they lil ones
Is u really in the game
Is u out here playing scrimmage
U went bought a chain fo u took care of yo business
a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat!
Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them chargers
Eights stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy
by stitch, ain't this a bitch
Sweeter than lemonade, stronger than a hand-grenade
Rhymes are laid, go deeper than a mermaid
Louder than a siren, I
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang
at the mall with her refund
Keep it G I don't care what it's costing
I make it flip Eric Koston
I left her wet like Ozarka
Say if you knew better do better
I
disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
I heard what you said boy
You said you don't fuck with opps but you the feds boy
I don't care don't about your money or chains on your neck boy
You
'm getting my grind on out tha project cuts
Ain't nothin gonna stop me for doing my thang
Fuck sarge and his boys I'ma do my thang
Young and Thuggin I live
a badboy grime remix then just give me or Skepta the P, safe!
You hype too much, but I don't see you fight too much
That's why you're not liked too much
regardless of how everyone around me sucks the seeds out of me
Tell me that I look great
Tell me that good black don't crack but they never look below
the scene
Man I'ma plan theoretical, been working hard like machine, she don't care for man she Fuck the whole team with the plays and the saves her playlist
it for the clout, your friends all washed
The day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shops
It's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my
disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire
slide off her PJs
Turnt to the max naw I don’t shop at TJs
Bumping Portland out balling with ya Dame like I’m CJ
Ball hard and my flow game tight
Get my
was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I'm gone
Yes I'll be leavin' in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by
don't wanna make em bleed
But I'm all about the money
I've been living in the greed
I don't do refunds
Double machine gun
Loaded and cocked
So don't
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
paid"
You can tell that we don't play by
The looks that's on our face
Heard the opps been throwin' shade, boy
You know we play with K
Come through
merged all colors and creed
Into one true religion that was driven by greed
Corporate machines trying to sell you shit you don't need
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