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And some people don't even really know what they doin', Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this, can you feel the vibe
Can you feel the zone?
If tomorrow never comes
Will he know how much I loved him
Did I try in every way to show him every day
That he's my only one
And if my time
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you're
I built this shit
Me, brick by brick and I'll be damned
If I let you tear it down
Just cus' you don't like the way Another nigga talk
Beefin' with my
maybe
Wait a minute, yeah
I got caught up in some mess
Thought I knew what I was doin'
Got my friends and family stressin'
Don't know how to keep
know
You know
It's been awhile
I would walk a thousand miles
Just to see you smile
Till then I'll by my time for a time and I'll stay
Ready for
the mind, got the mic, you're being led by a poet
Give you freedom, give you love like Thomas Sankara
I got a son, I got a wife so I don't need another
Will I
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I
in a month
The police popped up out the cut, I had that peezy in the trunk
And I don't know how they ain't smell it, best believe me it was stunk
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
My gang, Imma die out if I ever lose em
I love em so much, I don't know how to prove it
I don't show emotion, I hide it through smiling (Yeah)
Niggas
ever pass him a gun I just hope that he kill
Hope he don't know how it feel
Hope he don't know 'bout the pills (I hope)
Hope he don't know 'bout
can only be real
And don't you ever give a fuck how they feel
VERSE 2 - Collin Gibson
I told her come fuck with a real nigga
I'm not a perfect nigga,
where he goes, I'll be thinkin' of him
I'm gonna love him, I'm gonna love him
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be
And like Clayton I'll point at him
And give him the 8 next you a saint
Y'all don't know what a Nickel is
So of course you see your niggas die
So once I aim
bros
My brother know i got him we lost lil i seen him hurt the most
Lost my nigga kur my dawg since field days and the baggy clothes
Tell the gang i love
don't want it to stall
I love the way you tear down all my walls
My beautiful wrecking ball
Beautiful wrecking ball
VERSE - Collin Gibson
I was resigned
don't bother
Cuz you are now rockin wit a balla
Miss shot-calla I do's how I do's it
High class walk in my Jimmy Choo shoes-es
I move how I moves it I
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
'm a Gucci fiend
Bitches they on me like wife beaters
Lil Boat can never be a wife beater
I don't risk shit, I'mma ice keeper
Night sweeper, money eater
Me
strict shit like judge Judy don't put up with no attitude
Will smith'd him how I smacked the dude
Came out the car n clapped at you
I told her bend it over
I'm done, suppose it's that
(I thought different)
Too entwined in souls, to be as smart to know, that I was all but owned, by this type of hoe, I
Tried
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