Lyrics

Real villains 'til we dead Or 'til the cops come fill me up with lead Or my girl can't please me in my bed Or my third eye falls off my head (Z, don't scare 'em, now)? The galaxy we livin' isn't here And honestly they made it all up outta fear Why these little niggas growing up too fast, up too fast Why these little niggas growing up too fast, up too fast If you wanna hate tell 'm kiss my ass, Kiss my ass I feel like going crazy with the money Just got a glimpse of a wallet Devil on my shoulder say cop it, real nigga ROB IT! This is your chance, fuck what them haters finna say Yeah you the man, I couldn't see you any other way Fuck your plans, I'd rather be free than in a cage We in the same book, but we're on the wrong fucking page Living life on the edge Satellites to see your souls, but we cannot see ours I'm tryna find my way but, finding ways is real hard But lucky I'm the man I am today, the past was such a waste I brought my fam disgrace, I can't believe that was me But fuck it life goes on, I gotta get the fuck up outta here I gotta get the fuck up outta here, I gotta get up out this atmosphere Everybody wanna be the same motherfucker Ain't nobody tryna change Everybody tryna follow the next nigga And right that sir is what we call lame
Writer(s): Tyrone Frost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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