And like that,
it's been a pleasure.
Booker David,
we going.
Got used to cutting ties,
bunch of gets I had love for.
Medics like the pharmacy,
more pistols than the gun store.
Knowing I could run the extra point,
what I punt for.
A road runner,
I was in traffic so I did one tour.
Seen some that made me pray,
run around with felons,
get your melon hit.
Leave it on the court cause came to play.
On my line,
stressin',
telling me I need to change my ways.
I ran up like three million gang,
how could I stay the same?
Louboutin ball kicks,
water from the district,
this is not that out the mall *.
You ain't been online,
we checked your story,
get your dog hit.
Fly talk,
hot thar *.
Plug in Detroit,
fiends biting,
he's selling dogs,
it's fentanyl.
Canine sniff the trunk,
I make the dog sick,
don't get involved.
Bullets made his jeans skinny,
he used to shop at Big and Tall.
Ask him how he know me,
try and bro me,
that ain't my dog.
That really ain't your dog if they'll
fall out and it's a chicken ball.
Shorty couldn't handle getting punched,
he got a stick involved.
Shots ricocheting off the pavement,
knocked the little one off.
All for the love of this money,
hunnids we peeling off.
Heavy,
I remember talking about this lifestyle with my Sally.
Even if you thinking that we light,
we pull up heavy.
Looking at them jeans,
I almost crashed,
it's so heavy.
In my bag, this chain I got on, it's so heavy.
Plain chain,
present,
speakers blast,
Machiavelli.
Pillow talking, that's what they tell me.
If it ain't no more bullets,
I promise this knife is ready.
Weight all on my shoulders,
make me stronger,
life is heavy.
Heavy,
I feel like Big L smoking this L got on my alley.
I got out the project,
shout to Nas,
you gon' tell me.
I'm walking through Kingston like I'm Tommy Buns and Belly.
I know some St. Louis, treat me like I'm Nelly.
You ain't balling like the Jelly fam, you jelly.
Spending out the lights, Ford Fiat or Pirelli.
Plenty early mornings on that corn and my Peli.
Could've bust another Rollie down,
I bought a Dalli.
Know about late nights with real hittas that break night.
You won't make it to the daylight,
shock like stage fright.
Day party at daylight,
Las Vegas,
I hit PT. She dying to know what I taste like.
Idle threats, I don't take life.
Mommy just got her done,
know how I know it don't shake right.
Die young, we don't age
right.
We don't get old, we just take flight.
Another bottle get cracked open, some act
like they hate life.
I don't trust nothing,
keep two K's like Ye White.
I remember talking
about this lifestyle with my salad.
Even if you thinking that we light,
we pull up heavy.
Looking at them jeans,
I almost trashed,
that's so heavy.
In my bag, this chain I got on,
you know what
I mean?
We just came here to do what we do.
Who better?
Study your words.
Study your books.
Study your books.