do I get back to the good times? And with my last breath I'll thank you for choking me Because I'd rather suffocate Than have you breathing down my
How do I get back to the good times? And with my last breath I'll thank you for choking me because I'd rather suffocate than have you breathing down
speed bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how
I don't care how rough you roll, we can't be shut down Ain't no openin up shop, we already established You lap doggin, we boss hoggin Grown men, don't
. Diddy] Girl you made me believe again If you happy then be with him, go 'head mommy breathe again Go 'head mommy breathe again, don't stop now straight
right into show, riding on lolo's Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's Don't fuck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I ain't got time
It's like I wanna spit something written But keep forgetting So I guess it's from the heart from the start Played my part Seemed like I just wasn't reaching
left behind and winter?s in my bones But I won?t stand here crying I won?t stand here crying anymore I?m off the
dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, 'cause beef don't walk We attack hoes, fuck a nigga
oppression and play the role of criminals To rape and burn show progress is minimal White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity Living, breathing
't workin' out No, I'm a have to let you go Ain't no love, no mo Ain't no love, no mo Ain't no love, no mo Take a look around You forgot what you came
admiring the seen, inhaling fumes of flowers that breathe. jet lagged eyes are begging for an hour to sleep although my blood shot whites and iris's they
'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's don't f-ck with the dodo's, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got
your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z O's an animals skirts get mirked don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt don't ever let a nigga tell you play
hood It's understood but cross that line, homie it ain't good It's survival of the fittest, I'm the last one breathing While you in your bed sleeping
