Lyrics:
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
holes, 'cuz my life it got a lot
Truckin' through, I'm fearin' not
'Cuz it's time to shoot my shot
Diesel truck
Strong as fuck
You can tell by all
o lotta my friends turn to foes
If I could fly I’ll touch the sky i don’t wanna ever feel down
I know that life is sometimes up always down
Just
Say you with the full hype
Play it and I just might
Kill em in the spotlight
Put me in the limelight
I'm runnin outta my mind
Steady throw your shit
Im on a roll now babe, I'm trying keep it going
Just like the dice I'm hit my point yea Babe know I'm on it
Heater on like uh sauna , touch babe
When you left me, my whole life changed, had to go and reinvent myself
Revenge on my hoodie, wish you loved me, but I can't fix that shit
Went to go
Yeah, aye
Outta line, take my time, on my grind, yeah
I'm off the grid, hard to find, there ain't no sign of me
Uh, outta line, take my time, on my
hello puss ....
I was living outta town surrounded by fields with woods and hills round
the back Beautiful cat! ......
No neighbours in sight and one
a cold heart jeans, surrounded by the crack heads and dope fiends
The type of no hope seems, life stays in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve, then carried
The Prodigal original
Here's my style, copy some
I'm ahead the intro's done
Now, should my body drop
I only trust my story's loved
I spilled the warmly touch
nothing but love
I'm feelin' extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin
You way outta touch
If you thinkin you running with us
Got the moves need a sparkling glove
Got no feelings ain't falling in love
Let em know It's
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
play me outta pocket
I aint the one with the fake nor the gossip
Im just tryna run it up get a dollar
Woo Woo
Im down to my last I'm going all in
Jumped
to going off beats every chance I get let em know who I am
Keep yo head out the mix don't get stuxx tryna stay ina middle that's pj & jam
I Told You my goals
up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I ain't by no niggas eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
I'ma rip up tissue, homie I
Homie fall back yeah (better fall on back)
When I come by by
I'm swervin' in and outta lanes
With the double paint
My shit spreadin' like the plague
afternoon and night
We lay together side by side
Searching for lust, searching for breath
Searching for the touch of life
No words are spoken, the only
wanna take a lick, trick , taste it good life...
[Hook]
Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at?
It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that
off of my heels tip toeing to me cause I creep in the field
Quiet nigga outta school me still I'm biased every time I come down to Jewels
My flyest,
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power.
I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood
I didnt fight no punk didnt get beat up didnt touch that bitch
Like a rose that grew from the concrete
Toes between my feet
Ima say it one more time
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