Lyrics:
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
While you catching z's
I was making portions turn it to fortune
Painters portrait all of my Porsche's
Passion storage inside my organs
Kid I'm evergreen
matters into my own hands and I came up with a super top secret plan
And I built a rocket ship in my backyard
And I took him by the arm and told him, "Come
Aye, that rejection was protection from them hard lessons
I made my next one my best one and now I reap the best
Ain't got no time for no second
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
the money so
They only date stocks men
What's good and it's goody
Hit the outlet what jeans which hoodie
Day 'n' Nite baller call him Kid Cudi
Anywhere I go
Get catastrophic
Been a minute since I had a topic
They wonder why they hands burning trying to grab a rocket
I'm takin' off like yesterday lemme
Pop-pop bottle rockets aiming at your chakras
Lil homies at the corner watching for the coppers
Helicopters flying over city lights
I wrote graffiti
Leading role model
That these young kids wanna follow
Wobble wobble
Fell in a puddle
You look really awful
After chewing thirty waffles
Vote for change I'm
I'm used to beef, all they threw is some hollows
Keep playing, we got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles
BSF hoodie got me feeling like
Like my doors tinted
Bottle service for the kid
Neva liked it rented
Knowing my worth
Cause the niggas gonna spend it
Always been a topic
I'm the start
using infamous
I'll say it for the last motherfucking time bitches
Come with your own shit or get stomped and shot
By Queens bridge at the next
door wanna sign
I'ma go to the moon cause they told me I can't fly
I'ma celebrate cause my dreams came to life
I'ma pop a bottle every night I feel alive
to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no
in
And to my next opponent
Don't even rest a moment
I'm so West!
(Hell, yes) with no extra's on it
LA dodgers, AK's
Choppers and the kids hit
contents
Feeling attacked by shit in my subconscious
And little voices in my head are making comments
The same shit that I heard so often
Be a man
The next
I know 'bout a spot where there be no one at the park, ay
We can pop a bottle by the river 'til it's dark, ay
I don't tell nobody 'bout it but you
They knew he was West Coast when
He walked thru the door
In all gangbang attire bodies
Parked on the floor
Rag in his back pocket, nigga
Dare him
you've drunk
A bottle of bleach
And you tell yourself 'Never, never again
Well, not until next week anyway'
And you were never one for holding
Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?
Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'"
Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter
Y'all heard
kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggas bitch up
demeanor
No ones cleaner than the click
No chill but that bottles on ice
Cork popped tape dropped and we played it twice
Bumpin through the night
Fuckin
(Than the guys im with yea)
I dreamt of night like this,
But with the ones i started with,
I guess we grow up,
Send congratulations when you got a kid
and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottle's end
We may have done our time
What you want's to stay away from people like me
Who twist
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