Lyrics:
Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted
I'm popping
Nigga Cap all in his raps doing this and that you need to stop it
You can smell me from two streets away my blunt stuff with exotic
I can
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I plan to do way more
60 pts at halftime
I remember when I started
A soul wouldn't listen
My words been potent
I had to fix the diction
on the Pts
Count my blessing thumbing through the dirty money
Louis duffle 2k, but it hold 200
All 20s got me fucking up the zipper
Told my bitch go and grab
a ceiling fac
Shot him in the back, call him Ricky, shouldve never ran
Up the score to 2 to 4 so yk we keep an even stand
Beat the pussy up, now she love
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
never tried
Just know now it’s mythical
The way I been begged by men
It takes away my zen
They ask again and again
Is this a game of pretend
I mean
are you now?
Now that I'm ready to
Ready to love you the way you loved me then
Could it be that two people
Were meant to be, yeah, yeah
In my
are you now?
Now that I'm ready to
Ready to love you the way you loved me then
Could it be that two people
Were meant to be, yeah, yeah
In my
it's yellow gold diamonds you gone hear that shit clank
Ignore when I'm broke but you love that I'm richer
Now you want the kid cuz my pockets got bigger
on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it,
baggage, boy you know it, yea (you know it)
Everytime a PT cross my face we gotta po’ it yea (gotta pour it)
Niggas so down bad, they piss poor up in
had a kid,
Things change a bit,
Honestly I got say , that I , never thought you be this way,
We're 2 cdults who don't agree , and now
Our child is
it (ayy)
I'm havin' my way
'Set out here havin' his way
Qua' out here havin' his way
And like the third Migo, I take
(What? Ayy, yeah)
Now
Two time for the love from God
I get to Term Three, get my report and learn that I failed Term Two
Break down and scared that my mom might find out
so long, now we got 'em all tweakin'
There's love in the air, so I will not breathe in
I made it alive, I survived the deep end
I'm back on my
love the adventures of
All my niggaz love the adventures of
Robbin' Hood 'cause it ain't all good
Since two-eleven is my favorite number
Fuck squabbin'
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love
Girl its just us two we don't need no one
Stay by my side
Is you gon ride
You know ill show you all the love
Yea you look like a goddess the way you
representing knocking shit down
Yeah, right
Feel me, yeah
Come on
Now, I'm in love with these two chicks
I don't know which one to pick
My feelings for them
I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself
forget him now that he's gone (now that he's gone)
And remember
That's the way love is, honey
(That's the way love is, sure enough how it is)
That's
easy, just look it up on the pc
News drown your thoughts when your watching the tv
Fumes on my lungs when I inhale the pt
Fuck now our kids got three
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