Mostly, we got an understanding I still got so much to say 3's up
Hello world, I'm back for sure To give you what you asking for Quit asking bout my past friends I think its time to close that door Lick my wounds, no open sores Its tougher when you grow up poor I ain't here to make excuses This the year we making Forbes This the shit they can't afford Do the things they can't see Oh, you don't think God is real? Then how the hell you explain me I'm grinding till I'm pain-free It's FOD till Game 3 It don't matter, rain, sleet I'm speeding through the lane, G
Lady turn your lights on Wanna look you in your eyes When I tell you I don't love you baby Please don't look surprised I was raised on the crooked side Where them niggas be cooking pies Can't blame us for the anger Tell the judge to free the guys (It's Fly America)
Tomorrow's feared by yesterday Tell coach its time to set a play Good head while I meditate Throwing threes like Steph and Klay And it took some time for me to set 'em straight Them kids dream of them better days So I won't hesitate Now play a song and they know my shit Love me more for every flow I spit Lately I feel like Craig Sager cause everybody seem to know I'm sick 10K for every show I get And its Burger King for every ho I hit RIP we can pour out sips, for my bros Life is hard and I been a winner Starting fall we should get a center Three's Up I'm authentic can't nothing fake, Kendall Jenner These niggas more like Kim and Khloe Don't try to judge till you get to know me Party hard when I'm with the homies Done taking shots like I'm Shaq and Kobe Push 'em to the back like black emojis
For the bros For my bros For my bros
Lady turn your lights on Wanna look you in your eyes When I tell you I don't love you baby Please don't look surprised I was raised on the crooked side Where them niggas be cooking pies Can't blame us for the anger Tell the judge to free the guys
For the bros For my bros For my bros
RIP Carl Battles I hope you proud of me bro RIP my nigga Anthony Clemmens Anthony Bryant Josh Spiel RIP my nigga Mitch RIP Rico Rest in heaven to Chris from up north Beat rock, its 317Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
