Lyrics:
the price
If you come at me and ask my advice
See it through their children's eyes
George Floyd had 5 kids, he had 5 kids
Let's talk about Tracy Martin
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
killin' kids, you ain’t care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by
that shit right here)
Hey yo
We desperados, black guns and gold Movados
Chrome hollows, break bones or smash models
Never follow, get it by yourself
sign.)
(You are now free to SMOKE POT)
(Whooo!)
(Weed is being cultivated)
(Weed is being cultivated)
(Oh, that's real good!)
(I love you)
(That's what we
Now I'm stayin' dangerous
Use to have the toolie goin'
You ain't bang for us
Livin' by the gun, nigga
You can die by the gun
End up paralyzed,
Yeah
I did a Tracy I feel the effect
Know that I only be chasing a check
Yes I would die all about my respect
Yeah
You know what I be on my feet on they
wasn't smoking out tinfoil
In front of the school I'm inhaling
I had the sour by Tracy's
Chain on my neck and it's danglin'
I will not rest til I've made
, baby? In love, baby (love, love, love, love)
No, no, no, no, don't phunk with my heart
Girl, you had me, once you kissed me
My love for you is not
You will love to jack my money
I love to clap-clap and black-black get back here honey
I love act a plumb-ass when I had a tall glass
And that bust
night pumpin' the white, riskin' my life for what? (Yeah)
My young boys pourin' that lean with that Sprite in cups (they need to chill)
And when you got
and smoke and grind the ho"
But you know me I don't dance too much
Unless that shit OD like the party's at the Hutch
What? what? remember double dutch
Ow,
you had me once you kissed me
My love for you is not iffy
I always want you wit me
I'll play Bobby and you play Whitney
(All long) if you smoke I smoke
the opps
It's almost time for the Ap yea
If you met young Sla
Then you would think that he ain't me
Showed them, nothing but love
And now they saying they
head, spit that murder I wrote
Man I don't care what you felt,
Fuck you nigga, I know I'm dope
Felt Like I couldn't really give it my all,
Felt like I had
there and smoke and grind the ho"
But you know me I don't dance too much
Unless that shit OD like the party's at the Hutch
What? what? remember double
the smallest of reasons you wanna flip out
I'm going crazy
You going crazy
Fourth quarter Tracy McGrady
Shit's been hanging by a thread here lately
Pulling on my
and the first game of Basketball began
CHORUS
SHELDON UNIVERSE
We sparked that fire
We started the game
We the North in our hearts
Before it had a name
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
home
And I know that you bad as fuck
And you got no waist and you need some love
And I know you gon probably hate me
But you been really been out here
you there with nothin' but love
Endless massages and some Hennessy, duh
I don't really like to drink
Wanna remember your touch
And I know that we broke
flyer than a kite, she eat me up like Mike and Ike
This bitch Tina and I'm Ike
Yeah that's Char on the beat
I got Vidal on the mix
Is you lovin' me for me
(J3 is that you?)
I wear Vlone
Nigga, I wear K's
They like J3 you a star
Feel like Tracy ya we going up to mars
They gon' hate but when I blow
up
Your love was a fake
There was a mistake made
I reminisce about the time we had just me and you
And how much days and nights we spent upon
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