Lyrics:
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
've been doing is all bad
I got a chick on the side
With the crib and a ride (Woooaaaah)
I've been telling you so many lies
Ain't none good, it's all bad
bad bad
Tell them I'm back
Tell them I'm back
Tell them I'm bad bad bad bad
Good kid mad city
You know I'm back just to murder this shit
Make sure that
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be
Lookin' at everybody, is you home
You can't pick it up or answer on the phone
Wait a minute, yeah, by you, I'm the banana
Poppin' in your mall, put that
tonight
Is 5 foot 5, brown eyes lookin' back at mine
Like we could do some damage
I got a real bad habit of breaking hearts
You got real good heart for
states that chances go around
But if you want to know the truth about it and tell you what's pullin' you down, yeah
(You got) Bad luck
That's what you
but that's not it
I run I sing that's right I'm king of all the things you wish you did
Brown boys brag, brown boys brag
Brown boys brag, we got swag
me a plaque
But what's better than that?
I know everything
I know everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality
Good and bad health
I know
with me
Honestly, it's all love all the time, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I ain't mean to lead you on, because
Hear me, I've got some things I will try
look lame
Without them Joe podcast don't sound the same (it don't)
They got they own podcast now, I don't know the name (uh)
It ain't no Drink Champs
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
ain't got to start, but we cover like winter
We done get it too much, we never did wrong
All night long, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brown sugar, yeah, yeah, yeah,
and she match my fly(yeah,yeah)
You there lookin bad bad bad
What's good, all I can is my my
My my, how I'm tryna make you mine mine mine
Oh you don't got
Can't say that I ain't never had doubts
I remember them days, it was trapped out
I remember them days, no place to stay
Fast forward, the crib got
all by myself
I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself
I can do bad bad bad bad bad all by myself
Ain't no need in arguin' about it
If you wanna
shit
Fuck with my bread and pay your rent
And I got you you got me pass that Mary and take that hit
I ain’t got no friends just family members
Family
Goyard duffle, yeah yeah
Got that Draco in it, yeah yeah
Whip a chicken, yeah yeah
Tryna break the pot, yeah yeah
And I got that Glock, yeah yeah
I can't feel no better
Good shit
I can't feel no better
Good shit
Good shit
Good shit
Good shit
You want it, here it comes
I got that good shit,
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
We looking bad on the news black on black homicide
I'm a nigga and I can't go outside
I need them dollars, got
ain't got sweated by one crip
It's my lucky day, and even if it wasn't
A nigga still wouldn't give a fuck today
Don't pull it if you ain't gonna blast
My
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