Lyrics:
'42, ain't no Goose when you see us
(Ain't no Goose)
Lotta bitches by the group when you see us
(Whole lotta bitches)
It's a whole lotta coupes when you
the past Say so long
Keep yo head up all day long
Even if it feels like you don't belong
Make it by yourself cause you are strong
I'm a whole different
uh, on with a mask (Mask)
Keep on protection, I can't make it out, if I munch dirt on the ground
Turn that smile upside down, nigga you a whole clown
I
Gather 'round my friends here
Help me forget my hurtin' tears
About the only girl I ever loved
The only one baby
I gotta dance to keep from
right at the T, they claim it's they block
I was way too young to know that every day I lay by Clay Rock
No two uncles got they fame just cause they
many Bobbies
Never too many Whitneys
They been tryna top me
And do the numbers I didn’t
Loving em it was blinding
Started to keep a distance
Kept
Lemme shout out bobby cuz, 6ix in there like
"Oh my goodness"
Nah, I just did that for the adlib, keep that (squad!)
Yeah, oh my goodness, oh my
to keep on the rollin in
I'm right off the floor with it
Eskimo cold with it
When I'm serving you up
You might get a cone with it
I don't do phone money
I
chose the streets and it's hurtin' my mama (my mama)
I heard the beat and the millions start comin'
I had no money, been locked in the jungle (no money)
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
they was wit' me when they know they really wasn't
I keep the city's best never said she was the brightest
So if you had her too it don't effect me in
better, people was uncertain
Now it's lookin' like they convicted the right person
Man, niggas ran up in the church like it's a stickup
It was only eight
yeah
See, all I know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night 'til my feet go numb
Blowin' mo' weed than Cheech & Chong
Livin' by
was it all worth it?
No fortune teller make me clever, yeah
Deep inside I been hurtin'
Tired of tryin' and I'm sick of crying-ing
I'm searchin'
a pop life now
That's hate, you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
Cuz I'm a fuckin drama king like my nigga Kayslay
motivation hustle
Try to sleep at night
But the Devil won't agree with it
I gat to keep winning
Got so much fucken reasons
All the night skipping
Got my soul
as a blade
Wen i cut i go deep i give all i got
Scottie trippn yea he too gon
Bitch im high im steppin on the moon
Napalm got ma chest hurtin
Coughin hard it
Let's chalk it up to just one more bad memory we have.
Friendship's the one thing that keeps love from driving us mad.
So cry on my shoulder, we're
High roller, but you wouldn't know it by the way that I rolled up
Career lifespan lookin' good, it ain't slowin'
One after another, man, I just keep
Yeah
You know, technically
I'm not even really supposed to be here right now
So fuck it
Might as well make the most of it
(Amen) yeah
(Amen)
amateurs
Because I stayed in my room till my knowledge improved
Got busy tryin to catch the groove
You know I cut and scratched till I get it right
So now I
to prove that I'm crazy
I will tell you
It's because they know that I'm right
Ooh, Mr. Nice Guy say no nice guy
Ooh, yeah
Drop the top on bitches now they
Uh uh
You got burdens, I got burdens, we got burdens in life
That's why my burner grip tight
And I be smokin' it right
I'm a burden, you a burden,
with me
Like you know luh bro come
In my dreams
It keep shaking me
Long as I get you
To hold me
Love our secrecy
You know I need you right now
Why do
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