(Uh)
Say Tre' we T'd up for ya B-day,
Watched that big hand on the clock, some how still showed up too late
I heard they only stick around, they think shit sweet, that tooth ache,
Shit was so natural, got cut off, I felt they switch like toupee
That's so fake
Shit, well okay,
See I can't stress about tomorrow, I just live for the day
I only want to see her smile, her heart been broke need a brace
Got in that mode, on to that goal, so sorry for the two-face
But I'm straight
I'm just tryna be the realist,
Screamed loud but they ain't hear us
Got so tired of hearing Securus,
If you broke, you can't stand near us,
Rose gold Patek, don't want the clear one
Can't ride fish bowl, I tent the mirrors
(Can't see behind)
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
I can't forget the old times,
Don't you know that time flies
Too real to be living these lies,
I'm going all in for mines
Look,
I'm leaving these people shook
Freestyle, don't need a hook,
Jumped off the porch too young,
Lil boy couldn't even read a book
Got jammed 15 to Life,
Just knew this shit ain't right
Don't fear for cuz, he gone hold his own,
Down the road they toatin knives
That ain't even the worst of it,
Got played by perky tits
Never trust a soul, gotta play ya role,
For the team I'll send a blitz
Mind games, know when to quit,
First no, they throw a fit
Want to find Ms. Right, but they overpriced,
Prolly won't ever have a jit
Hopefully it comes overtime,
For right now I'll stay on my grind
Lately I been running through fire,
Got into this game in my prime
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
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(Uh)
Say Tre' we T'd up for ya B-day,
Watched that big hand on the clock, some how still showed up too late
I heard they only stick around, they think shit sweet, that tooth ache,
Shit was so natural, got cut off, I felt they switch like toupee
That's so fake
Shit, well okay,
See I can't stress about tomorrow, I just live for the day
I only want to see her smile, her heart been broke need a brace
Got in that mode, on to that goal, so sorry for the two-face
But I'm straight
I'm just tryna be the realist,
Screamed loud but they ain't hear us
Got so tired of hearing Securus,
If you broke, you can't stand near us,
Rose gold Patek, don't want the clear one
Can't ride fish bowl, I tent the mirrors
(Can't see behind)
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
I can't forget the old times,
Don't you know that time flies
Too real to be living these lies,
I'm going all in for mines
Look,
I'm leaving these people shook
Freestyle, don't need a hook,
Jumped off the porch too young,
Lil boy couldn't even read a book
Got jammed 15 to Life,
Just knew this shit ain't right
Don't fear for cuz, he gone hold his own,
Down the road they toatin knives
That ain't even the worst of it,
Got played by perky tits
Never trust a soul, gotta play ya role,
For the team I'll send a blitz
Mind games, know when to quit,
First no, they throw a fit
Want to find Ms. Right, but they overpriced,
Prolly won't ever have a jit
Hopefully it comes overtime,
For right now I'll stay on my grind
Lately I been running through fire,
Got into this game in my prime
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
Say Tre' we T'd up for ya B-day,
Watched that big hand on the clock, some how still showed up too late
I heard they only stick around, they think shit sweet, that tooth ache,
Shit was so natural, got cut off, I felt they switch like toupee
That's so fake
Shit, well okay,
See I can't stress about tomorrow, I just live for the day
I only want to see her smile, her heart been broke need a brace
Got in that mode, on to that goal, so sorry for the two-face
But I'm straight
I'm just tryna be the realist,
Screamed loud but they ain't hear us
Got so tired of hearing Securus,
If you broke, you can't stand near us,
Rose gold Patek, don't want the clear one
Can't ride fish bowl, I tent the mirrors
(Can't see behind)
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
I can't forget the old times,
Don't you know that time flies
Too real to be living these lies,
I'm going all in for mines
Look,
I'm leaving these people shook
Freestyle, don't need a hook,
Jumped off the porch too young,
Lil boy couldn't even read a book
Got jammed 15 to Life,
Just knew this shit ain't right
Don't fear for cuz, he gone hold his own,
Down the road they toatin knives
That ain't even the worst of it,
Got played by perky tits
Never trust a soul, gotta play ya role,
For the team I'll send a blitz
Mind games, know when to quit,
First no, they throw a fit
Want to find Ms. Right, but they overpriced,
Prolly won't ever have a jit
Hopefully it comes overtime,
For right now I'll stay on my grind
Lately I been running through fire,
Got into this game in my prime
So I'm headed to the farthest star,
Switches on the glocks, boy f*ck a bodyguard
Gave ma 10 birkins, I remember times was hard,
Still ride down Indian Creek, to load that MARTA card
Writer: Quintin McKenzie
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