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Gee bee bee
Gee bee bee
Going in Kiddyice
Woyo
Always love those goody goody
I love watching teletuby
But I still got my shank and my woosh and my woody woody
Still rolling my opp like my loud in my backwoody
Fly like I'm williie Willie
Lines I'm feeling silly
Hard like I'm kuli kuli
Kowa kuyi ankuri
Pay me all my kudi kudi
I don't want no story story
Remember the day they wouldn't joke with my territory
Now I'm making bread I could say that I just taste the money
I'm dark like my history
Black that's my category
Hate why they envy me
They shitty like they fly to me
God wrote my destiny
I could give you melody
Music in circle degrees
Jesus is black skin to me
Hated by those phrises
Killed by his enemies
So so easily
John is a snitch to me
Tell me if a white man can ever be treated these mean
Who the fvck are you it's just that different skin
You think you got a big sword
But I got a gleezy
You feel you know me too well not so easy
Handcuffs everyday like I'm tee greezly
Von type of demon I shoot easily
Told my lawyer fvck the feds im leaving freely
Hate me or love me for real am making money
Got my mom out the trenches it was sounding funny
Gave her her first million she was so praying for me
But what if I sold crack and gave her that money
Spent 3million a night just for the urge of honey
Set up by my friends but laughing it wasn't funny
Lost everything came back and got money
Oops trynna diss but they speaking too childish
I pull up around there with my leng yeng
If I see an opportunity I'll ching and queve him
You're not my brethren
Leave my spit on your face before I leave there
The way I live my life is really complicated
But some people out there think I'm living lavish
I try to hold on and don't speak much
Cuz this problem in heads need to get solve man been through a lot but who to tell
Everybody gat problem so I face my fears
And pray to God he clean my tears
Everybody goody goody
Everybody calculating everybody want this money
And even if you fed up just keep your head up
Or spac some j to keep you focus
Don't know who to trust it's high time to delete
The only addition will be more racks on me
I try to explain to him but he misunderstood
The street don't really care if you go to school
They pray to see me still pushing wheels
I'm glad a nigga now pushing ps
Gone are does days I used to do cracks
Fvck with my brain man I spend a lots of racks
All my past are lessons man I move ahead
My life is like a movie I tell my own story interesting to listen
But they don't believe me
Still I move on and stay on God
Niggas be faking don't hit my phone man telling me you staving
I got families I'm first out of seven
Started seeing signs since when I'm eleven
Lord forgive me protect me from all of the devils the ladies the witches
The family are hating it's really traumatizing
But I'm a big stepper
How can I stop here?
Who wanna get smoke?
Why won't I pass through?
Cuz I'm here acting cool acting like you smart bro
My Killy get track yo
I just they do my part yo
But pass me the blunt though
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