Lyrics

I'm tryina get off city noises, man who calling Past memories get blurry but I still be rolling Them feds to blame my cats locked up we still be brawling My presence is your absence man you still be boring Fashion clothes new style being fly I came for it Bitches fleek they good they thick Oh my God oh Lord Sometimes moving forward I go really really dumb for it Man I got no love get your twitters ready Game's on Being real is something I require Tell that other liars Try us used to live in many cities I got dope suppliers Pop quiz no fears don't shed tears feelings disappear Dealers in white Airs send the prayers through the night See the bitches and the models at the front door Let them in clouds going in LSD every now and then At the block there's a letterman hold your pen When your letters end stick your hands out When you got no bands when you got no friend You end up in a van full of feds Cause your pockets teeming meds Young bucks better say young fucks in the town middle fingers up You will never be the money man (Man who calling) (They still calling) (They wanna make you blind with that media shit ads publicity promo. Fuck that don't be blind sighted) (Yeah) Ayo Mon Ami count to three Close your eyes imagine me Bring down lower your heartbeat Take a deep breath feeling free? They say bullshit come in three Yeap indeed Take a D Roll a blunt Smoke a tree Feel better? I've been there couple times before Where the feelings now at? (Gone) I'm down to earth know what's worth my time Voice like Sean Don they say But I'm just a lil kid with the old soul (Woo) Back up of my benz they don't know Other state of mind They also want some me and time of mine oh me oh my I'm tryina get off city noises, man who calling? Past memories get blurry but I still be rolling Them feds to blame my cats locked up we still be brawling My presence is your absence man you still be boring Fashion clothes new style being fly I came for it Bitches fleek they good they thick Oh my God oh Lord Sometimes moving forward I go really really dumb for it Game's on
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