Lyrics:
talking Young Vic, I got myself young victory
If you really wanna battle me, then lay it out for me to see
I'll take your head off easily, why you think I
Your not promised tommorrow
(You know what I'm sayin)
We are livin by the bottle
(The pages of life turn every day)
Be careful what you follow
Good thing you can't read my mind
You'll never know how much I miss you, you won't see it in my face
You'll never know I'll never find another that
freak could lick you up and down better
Even if his tongue was silk, he couldn't get you wetter
Find space on my face, give me all that you got
So I
There's only room for you and I
To live out better lives
And only the ones survive
If they find someone to get by
I'll never let go, never let go
your clique is squad cars
Niggas need to get Crown Vic'ed these days
Stop kicking it, you couldn't fit in my old socks
Let alone my shoes
I'm not
If you wanna leave, you're welcome to
I'll make it up to you
Know she'll never find another one like me
And I will never let her be
Cuz I'm toxic, but
one
I'll let you be if you put down your blazing gun
Now you've gone somewhere else far away
I don't know if I will find you (find you, find you
different no we never gon fail
Know that you ain't bout your money never gon make a sale
Heard they tryna come at me I hope they try me today
I know that she
budge and bend but you know I’m never breaking
I persevere cause it’s worse in here than it’s ever been and I’m heaven sent
I’ll work this year till it
skaters gonna stack it,
When they see me rolling rundle
With my black puffer jacket
You can't cool me down
I've got the lava flow
I'm boiling but I never
a fuck bout a diss, niggas never on timing
Niggas callin' me Brady, my bullets be diming
If you diss in a song, bet my niggas gon' find you
Stop tippin'
Rolling in my jeep mad deep
With a live crew
Of crazy motherfuckers that don't sleep
VIC yo
P-P-P-Presto
Another Kool Whip with the magic, so tragic
I'll
on his Vic
He trynna leave a nigga stiff
Got Kojo swinging out the whip
Big 50 poaching with the switch
Don't ask me if I got my kit
I'll get offended bout
on the racks like a pair of slacks
With another wack rapper tied to your back,
And if you want to hang yourself out to dry,
It's the beautiful round-up in
teacher.
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you.
The words are a gift we will never flaunt.
That's why we're gonna get everything we want.
Just
the one by my side
I know that you will always be here
for me
There's another dream. It's never too late.
In my bag.. my clothes and my faith.
You'll be
tryin' to get another buck
The legal way that people say what they want em
But I'm gonna, smoking drinkin' fuck with these freaks
Til I find one life
guns on your life, you are a joke
Can't be posting up with thoughts when you never ever wrote
I'll be pressed to find a shooter who'll be lacking in
years
I'll dig another hole
Well, we found a hole
We found it with some other holes
And we climbed inside
We climbed back out
We left 'em by
goes, when it goes, without a trace
You won't find another me, another me
But you might find happiness, happiness
By the time you're here I'll have
taxi leaves
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I am such a fool, talking about
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must
on my mind
Will you stay
Another night
I'll tell you anything to keep by my side
Among all the parallels
Will you find some harmony
Or will you loose your
tonight
I wish I never got to say hello
So can we save it for another time alright?
I'll write another fuckin' song that you don't know
And I don't wanna
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