Lyrics:
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Eighth grade for some reason I was desensitized
Ninth grade I moved away to live another life
My mom sent me to high school on the other side
'Cause
flash
Nevada we're live on the air
A spree, a spree,
An incredible crime spree
By a couple in a pink corvair
Parker evans and his bride
With elvis
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
and factory movement
Expire
Just die and now we inspire
Now we rise to give life to those who have been deprived of
Vision and innovation
Give 'em a new
and get the dough
Get the shit by any means
And if I need me a beat
I get the shit from Evan b
And I be
Straight vibing
Chilling like a mother fucker
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
now
I think we can make it if we live and
Let live and love one another -
I mean really love if
You don't know the guy on
The other side of the
World,
understandin’
We play bass!
[Verse 2]
He likes all genres of music
There is no doubt about that
He dislikes war to a certain extent
I don’t know where he lives
Girls love when I'm life in effect
They can't wait to see me live in the flesh
Even though I cannot afford
No diamond baguettes
I don't lie, slightly
Evan with some green rolled
Planning our life, never thought that it would ever get this cold
Without our conversations, man it's been so silent
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
Could feel Bob's pain or his need to get out
Don't ask me why or if he was sick
Don't tell it's wrong or drag Jesus into this
Your life is yours to live
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
Tribute To Bob
ah ha, ah ha, ah ha
lets try to change the situation
hammer it, hammer it, hammer it
now that they look at us as Nations
We are
force for the dystopian great reset
A tectonic shift that intends to change how we live, work and interact with each other
The great reset entails
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
and bob
It's the イーカンジ baby
It's the wicked within me
And you know we had a moment
Away from the public eye
じゃあ永遠にさよなら
There you go
I'll hunt
No one else
Back in the days brothers
Una say I too dey form
Because my life dey on form
I no care wetin you talk
Evans big bros
Old days we done forgot
I Dey hail
(Evan Ross)|Say my name but in that tone again||(T.I.)|Look -|Shawty, if I got to|learn to live life without you|I'd be broken-hearted but|if I stay
thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these
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