Lyrics

Uhuhm how the thing goes Uhuhm Aww don't worry about it We don't have to talk about it From day one we knew they wasn't solid Quite that shit you ack so toxic I'm living legendary Heart so cold like January I love her more in February Lay my opps in a cemetery Girl You know how this thing goes When I'm gone you got the pink rose Face time when I'm out here on the road I prey to god that the real ones don't fold I know she love the way I rock out Stay in the house just lock down I party on mars, we meet up on Venus No Patrick the star, I feel I am a genus Ima hustling grinder Tussling fighter They gave me the traits before I was a fetus I strike on my lighter I'm puffing the meanest My sun blockers on as I'm rolling down bemiss He say I was green, we know who was the greenest They wiped that boy down , they hate he was the cleanest This life that I planned out Starting to pan out I'm duxking the jakes and the cemetery Not asking for hand outs Rapping to standout Im planning to one day be legendary Aww don't worry about it We don't have to talk about it From day one we knew they wasn't solid Quite that shit you ack so toxic I'm living legendary Heart so cold like January I love her more in February Lay my opps in a cemetery Girl You know how this thing goes When I'm gone you got the pink rose Face time when I'm out here on the road I prey to god that the real ones don't fold Owe no don't worry about it If I'm alive you know I got it My homies keep it solid Pay attention to that profit I'm living legendary Heart so cold like January I love her more in February Lay my opps in a cemetery And when I'm gone you know the days froze Heart Split in two it's so cold Nigga slimy ima have to wipe his nose Real gangster stick to the G Code Yep! If I don't last long I pop a cheap code We talk for days like a trip around the globe These bands in my wallet prey to god they don't fold The story teller living legend so bold Aww don't worry about it We don't have to talk about it From day one we knew they wasn't solid Quite that shit you ack so toxic I'm living legendary Heart so cold like January I love her more in February Lay my opps in a cemetery Girl You know how this thing goes When I'm gone you got the pink rose Face time when I'm out here on the road I prey to god that the real ones don't fold
Writer(s): Devontay Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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