So I'm to blame for reason why you left him a mess and without a sign He was forced down this next part enough to make you leave his side But do you know
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess and without a sigh He was first I was next but enough to make you leave his side But do you know? do
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess and without a sigh He was first I was next but enough to make you leave his side But do you know?
So I?m to blame The reason why you left him a mess And without a sigh He was first I was next But enough to make you leave his side But do you know Do
open handedly style, somethin foul for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays Fourteen years old
pull nigga genue out G'd up, i took it from the G code Presidental sweets, with this cash flow Uptown gangsta, viet hustla Third wall general, Young Cash
door You can't have it but don't panic Two days alone she won't manage Yo, what gwarn for girls these days Like say we can't get girls these days One likkle passa, two
play So the family sticks together and we never betray Nah, fuck that, fifty-two pick up, no cops around Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't want no
East 1999, my niggas Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89 Little nigga on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime Wid two in here, steady
but got big names some niggas pussy but got alot of change real nigga to the bone how i came niggas snitchin now and days with no shame 16 with two kids
cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two
of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash
your seeds Indeed, we let him bleed for 50 G's Ship his body to the states, filled with 50 keys Please, no remorse for your two face Inside a symbol,
niggas think we gettin' old I seen 'em gettin' gas down on Cascade Road Still makin' money in these new days Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways
and he never got caught High-speed chases everyday Can't make no money no other way A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true Cause you laid down, and she fucked you Two days
I Can Smell The Palm Trees Guess I'm Just A Grass Hopper Attracted To All Green Now Listen To Al Green To Bring out The Old Days Wishing OG's Was Still Stuck Into They Old
