Lyrics:
Never be far oh
I wouldn’t trade this for anybody else in this world
There’s something bout the way you look into my eyes it’s alright from here (x2
where all ya love went
It left with my first love shxt ain't been the same since!
Now its all about the money
Pt told me when you grinding, you gone get
on the run
Shit, Long as they make guns motherfucker
Here we come it'S got to be right
It's got to be true in '94
All us niggas want more, you know
It's like
the properties to his name, this got them arguing most of the time (they even fought at times), although she had the support of her little sister, it wasn’t all
You'll see all the places
You'll be up all night and you'll be gone for ages
Same old places
Would you want to trade it?
You really thought you'd change
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t
Dropbox
Got holes in my shoes cuz I walk lots
Spend all my money on Juul pods and Pop Tarts
Going broke by the end of the month
Just smoked and I'm finna
I'm loc'd, when I smoke from the indo
2Pac's in the motherfuckin' house
Nigga, I'm loc'd, when I smoke, from the indo
Give it to me, give it to me,
cart
I'm all heart like John Starks
But I'm Charles oak if they ain't smart
Ayyy I'm on it my girl gone marajuawantit
Gonna squeeze a couple limes
Up in
when we had our doubts
Barely gettin' by, stretched to the limits
All the hard times, no, I wouldn't trade a minute
We've come so far, it made us who
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
strength like the new Trade Towers
I thought that I was over, my life got devoured
Now I'm on top and I pray for all the doubters
Time to shout it, sing
a-mf-lone
Wut it take u to do wit a pack nigga
Bitch i dropped out fuck school n college
Of all of the trades i am a jack nigga
I ain't spend a day in the mf
Zipped up how I get paid in it
Post up when its all gone have my way it, up all
Morning quota hit damn near by day shift too raw
Pull up like I’m out
by screw
(Lil' Flip)
down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
major labels dont even wanna call these boys
(Lil' Flip)
down south I make em stop
wrist from the Cuban when you see it, hope you see it
Pop the Tesla now I'm treeshin'
Yeah, front to back, side to side
Two sticks in my system when
Unspoken Love Pt. 2
When it’s good it’s good when it’s bad it’s the worse
Can’t stand that shit
Like why you fuckin with me for if you know how I am better
guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops and to this day
Them
Armed forces famers and truckers ]
Pt,, free breeze,,, at the top of the rock Its too easy
Dibble dabble at it so freely
Compress the bones
can hold me play by play
Stolen cargo to Chicago truth is life ain't what it seems
You can bet on that if all you gots 2 dollars and a dream
school in the spring
And by the time that she had three
I knew almost everything
Lightning flashed across the sky
I said it probably wasn't safe to fly
sister and mama up above
I promise I'm really gonna make it pt.2 coming soon
Ayo k dot
I hold all the cards
Like a tarot
Or a tay-rot
Drugs and violence everywhere
But it ain't the same block
Tell me
What tickles your fancy
Paper’s Gonna Pape Pt. 2
I don’t even wanna think about it half the time
You could never comprehend what happened to my mind
Honestly I’m only here
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