Lyrics:
a pond
I got three bitches like I'm Owen Hart (three bitches)
And my glasses, they made by chrome heart
I got rich, now I fill up a shoppin' cart
they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't deem me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking soft
niggas pussy like that time of the month
For real rose gold everything
It feel like the Rose Bowl
Niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me
They feel like my old
I don't fuck with it
And I'm up, bitch, don't make me upset
Huh, you actin' ugly, God don't like that
Some nights I used to feel like God didn't
in the world won't bring you peace of mind
All them chains don't matter, they hate to see you shine
Was lost, prayin' to God begging him like, "I
don't beat me up is on my birthday.
BRIAN
Oh shut up.
BEN
Well, your type makes me sick! You come in here, you get treated like
Royalty, and everyone
and triple as hard
Really could live life without the oppression
They take opportunities give em to others
The ones that don't look like not me or my
to miss?
The way I feel a beat I'm wondering who's heart is this?
Looking like a farmer gotta be how we market this
And they expect more but I don't know
Freddy-Jason
Here now and they won’t take my seat
Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat
I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s
Now my bitch open my
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga
And all he wanted was a picture (ha)
I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga
Now I'm a Backwoods
used to break doin' eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was throwin' D
They don't fight with fists
They bring they piss
Pat everybody down, before
where my heart used to be
Just look at my watch, yeah
It's a masterpiece now a nigga came up
I got these hoes after me
Yeah, they chasing, chasing, yeah
ridin'
You don't wanna start firing, whole lot of dyin' till a nigga hear them sirens
They see that I'm tryin'
I was sleep and I dreamed I was dripped out
they chit chat
Now the shit that I'm bout to say gone stick to yo head
Just like a motherfucking thumb tack
I got my heart broke and I lost me some
me guidance yeah yeah
We was fourteen years old we was driving with no license yeah yeah
They used to curve me saying it's you i don't like
We not
Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (ice)
Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (thot, thot)
Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it)
Patek on my
was holding on
She dozing off, doctors getting no response
Her heart rate slowing down and they don't know what's wrong
Picked her up, got her out
the Sun like Steve Nash
Don't you ever go back
You've still got work to do
Show these people why they
Should believe in you
Cause you know that won't happen
Apeshit
I used to pray that I would make it
I just want the money fuck the fame bitch
You ****** don't know how far I done came bitch
I feel like Frank
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
with an accent
Heavy weight, I need a big scale
Diamonds shining like fish scales
New whip on the road to riches
I stand up in it, might make it fish
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