Lyrics:
U STILL DON'T KNOW NOTHIN´ BOUT HOW I GET MY KICKS
BUT THERE ARE WAYS 2 GET THRU LIFE
& THERE ARE HUNDREDS 0F ANSWERS U WONT GET THRU BY CHANCES
inside my brain got me goin' insane
You were my bae my main lil' thing why'd you have to go change
And it's hard for me to explain but we gotta part ways
takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way
I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with
a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
It's goin' down at night,
And you don't see me 'cause I'm not in sight,
Two of you
goin' feel my pain, they don't know where we come from
I can talk shit 'cause I was shit
Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch
Niggas talking
it's platinum in my watch, should I still care 'bout goin' gold?
If I gave that shit away, you think I'm ever goin' broke?
I'm not chasin' money, money
stay testing but uh
Keep moving keep growing keep goin
Keep moving keep growing keep goin
Just got to make a way
Keep moving keep growing keep goin
Just
my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I feel the policeman making me sick
I feel like
takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin' around the way
I don't puff blunts so I always got my breath
Never had to battle with
They get discouraged when you really lift it
It goes one way 'til you really shift it
They call you gifted it by the way
You choose to give it
Talent
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
through my body
I be thinkin bout the money when she top me
And my pistol way too big to fit in my pocket
I be gettin off the weight like I be joggin
Had
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
wonder what she'll do
Now in my day I've made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
thing. Don't you worry 'bout it, worry 'bout it
Okay I'm sitting here alone
My Head up to the sky
Another cup full of Patron
Guess I'm single for the night
took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we
on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
Down on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes
I'm down by the lakeside, thinking 'bout my baby blue
Last night
the struggle, tryna duck the law
Tryna calm down my nerves by puffin' raw
Got negative ways, but positive thoughts
Hope the judge don't remand when
I'm goin
and it's you right there (You)
Don't got time to be
Movin' backwards, fuck nah
I can't think bout that (No)
Cause my squad been doin'
Backflips with
(Nigga)
Ayy
Ayy
No way
(Yuh)
Ayy
(Let's go)
I always wondered what my life could be
I had visions like I'm Raven
There's no I in we
(I see it)
Goin' in by
you know where you're goin to
And do you like the things that Ready see is showin you?
(Showin you) where you're goin to (goin to)
Do you know that
But you ain't gotta carry it alone
I been thinkin bout the future
I been trying to stay present
Worry bout the wrong things
While I'm counting my
quarter thing, half a thing, whole thing (whole thing)
Daydreamin', thinkin' 'bout cocaine (what you think?)
When the plug throw me action, I let my man
Wolverine the way I healed through
All my growin' pains
I know niggas who got it worse
That's why I don't complain
Creampie, you gotta see the shit I
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