Lyrics:
Man, I've been needin' to see you all day
Boy the sun is real out here
But I've been comin' by just seein' if
I need one favor man
You know I got
this pipe in yo wife
And watch her voice hit soprano
I got rhymes, cock nine
Just shit's not a gimmick
That nigga that raps about it
But he'd do it in
Everything
Then you got the option
You can leave
You could stay
Just, please don't go away
Because you are everything this man here has ever looked for in
Family ain't got a clue, nigga
Been in drive bys with fly guys
Welcome to the Lou, nigga
New York on that mob shit
In Cali "what it do?", nigga
But where
just smoked about 30 G's, this Shit ain't for little boys
I got KD in my wood, but I never Leave the thunder
I say free YSL cause I'm running With them
everything just went west for real on the street no Acton
Yo movie scenes like Nemo sharks and they're tryna find clues like plankton
Can't hide from the truth
[Chorus: x2]
(What about us?) What about my niggas still out on the street?
(What about us?) What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
nothin' about it, oh
You got the right one
You got the right one
I just really hate you
All that game you been running, now it's time that I played
I've been thinking deeply all about how (How?)
It would reflect, if I just gave up (Gave up)
The friends and family I would let down (Let down)
To live
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain
along--out of the way may be the last thing anyone's got
But what's so great about singing the same song every night?
Everything can be repeated
Everything
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
of the evil way
All my hopes all my dreams almost everything
That I've had I've lost or so it seems
No money no bling and I'm a known fiend
But I got respect
the back
And I'm feelin so true
Got much love for my nigga named Screw
The Kici's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He
to unwind
I'll make you see
Baby, we can talk it out
Everything, everything
That I'm thinking about
I've got something up my sleeve
I've got
I got nothing left to talk about
Just want money in my bank account
I don't even really care where it's from
I just want to pay for everything
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
money
Ain’t got no time to waste
Born ready
Respect the the code
This game heavy
I’ve been on my grind so long
These streets are not ready
I’m just eat,
(bando!) selling ye
I got shooters dressed in camo (Grrrra!)
Oh my
I've been in and out the courthouse, jury tripping
I've been flipping, flipping syrup,
here, daddy it's the pioneer group
Put the needle on the record
I've got things to do to you i'm faded
All the pimps are down on
Me 'cause I want you now
Ain't got nothing in common
Motherfucker and thats just common sense
Came in the game, 8 years prior
8 years later, your mans on fire
My Book of Eli,
Everything is real inside my mind; these days
You can't make it if you ain't affiliated with crime
A lifetime of street living
Throughout the beef I've
Percs all I got, just popped about four more
Voices talk to me, just don't go
They say enticing things
I'm gone soon, better take a photo
Give me a break
souls but
I care about mine i've got to get stronger
And I won't give up the fight!
With such confusion don't it make
You want to scream?
(Make you want
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