Lyrics:
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
Ok I walk like a check, talk like a check
If a niggas try to rob me then its off with his neck
I'm a walking alligator this lacoste on my chest
You
a clown, left alone, totally unblessed
Feel forgotten by my friends, god and the rest
Of those people around, in the days I now call my best
I write sad
bitch wanna talk about?
What the lil bitch wanna talk about?
Ion talk shit I just walk it out
(Verse 2)
Cárter 5
I got those type of vibes
Bitch I'm
Strapped like the Navy Seals
Promise you don't want it
This for them bitch ass niggas that be speaking on me
Rob who? You got me fucked up
You ain't
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Gucci mane, Lil'flare I'm a real OG (nigga) [2x]
You mother fuckers must don't know who they mess wit
I'm that outlaw wild wild west shit
I'm on that
Lil baby fuego
I need you by my side, babygirl you know you too fire
Lil baby fuego
I wanna get you home, so tell me when you ready let's ride
Lil
stupids
Hang around with costly stuff
Baggy is gonna rob you
Cause you stupids
Hang around with costly stuff
Knock 'em
Fuck 'em
Who tell you stop it tell
chime in, Panic at the Disco
762 out the Drac', I'ma hit those
Truth hurts
Let the bitch sing like I'm Lizzo
Who worse? Nobody
We rob a nigga to see how
bigger than-
Me
Step on all these lil niggas who bigger than me
Yeah
Aye
(Yeah)
Talk your shit
Go head talk your shit (talk your shit)
(Yeah)
Talk your
my ? is slobbin
BACKDRAFT! Burning all those, who wannabe copycatters
That's right
Trying to score runs on a slam, but they sloppy batters
Your
I'm getting money, all my cases old
A nigga can't never say he told
Used to weigh the grams, now they weigh the gold
Rob who, fill his face with holes
Hit from the back, she cussing
It ain't right, but I ain't above it (Ayye)
Late night, hella hype, who want it? (Ayye)
Rob Skylark, keep hoes running
ain't hard to see soul
Yeah my peep hole is the art
I came to peep hoes and reap dough and free flow from my heart
I seek those who need hope or like
You know the Circle so small
Sometimes I just talk to myself
But now the success
That just be karma for all of the ones who ain't give me no help
Now
those who big up mi
Flex wid those who flex wid mi
Par wid those who par wid mi
Deal wid those who deal wid mi
Respect those who respect mi
Fight
body
You niggas little kids
Little Fizz
Lil rapper
Lil bitch
Questioning my penmanship
Y'all niggas is ignorant
Y'all niggas is mental bitch
Y'all niggas
talking Lil' Rob this, and Lil' Rob that
Well there's a man behind these shades, babydoll you better believe that
A man who can make up his own mind
When I
perfect
And it's bound to stack up a lil' revenue
We come from humble beginnings
Told my mama that she raised a winner
The city of Brotherly Love
Ran by
all around us
My mama had me get it by telling me "she tha only soul who will guide you"
I'm really gone get torn if you don't want me to stay onside
Stand on ten just like a dime
Get on my knees and talk to God I be praying for a sign
Wack a opp and put that nigga on my spine
I had to run off
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
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