Lyrics:
the realest no productions or edit's
Give nothing but credit's (woo)
There's something enchanting about niggas
Crowded on street corners
They call police on us
you don't know bout a P.R.O. never learned anything from soundexchange. Just tryna to hit it and quit it give the game nothin' to live wit it's
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
know
I will never trade legos
Especially NinjaGo
Unless you give me
All your sheckle and Ammo
Then I'll reconsider the offer
Then shoot back the ammo
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
take your chick
How many shots can you take from the fifth
It's now or never baby, take your pick
Rocketshipshawty, I take off quick like woo
Blowin'
of clarity
Gives me back my sight
Cause you been fuckin round
Now all yo photos cropped
Cut you out the picture with those fuckin thots
Ease up off my (Radio
(yeah, yeah)
It's a love real and true
Hold on, hold on, hold up Future, what the fuck you doin'?
You can annihilate way more chicks than the chick
Brand new 40 I equipped that bitch up with a beam
Brand new 40 came with no safety no Ed Reed
My love is real fuck what you want I'll give you what
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
(Outtatown, but we never out of money)
Ayy
You know what I'm sayin'? Big 14
(Star Boy, you're my hero)
I just got a million bands today
'Bout
the line when they told me how to write my lines
So I'd to work out my angles with no cosign
And the music never got on the stereo
With no radio edit, who
Right in the booth
And I be spitting the truth
Spend all my time booth
Aim for the coupe
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-O-P that's me
Give F about U
Got my G-O-D by
of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank
While its playin on radio
Im here to talk about freedom
Open my heart to follow my love
Appreciate in every moment
Trust in myself and never give up
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
These niggas puttin' they first drafts out on platforms
These niggas give you anything just to bite off
It's hard to hold my head up when anything
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
sad to see, we a sinking ship
Look, life is what it is
You can become, what you believe
What you will get is what you give
You live by the gun you will
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin'
I'm overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into
Down in the flatlands, way down in Key West
Well, the fish tail ponds and the orchid trees
They can give you that bleeding heart disease
People tell
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