Lyrics

Lost many friends over this cold flow See them in the wind we don't talk no more Even my kin folk walk like hoes Try to get up in my potential goal Won't let em win no i don't think so 160 percent you go 'head go I don't need a benz (?) to know that im that dope I don't recommend it try to test my soul Man i been the illest, im that cold Feel like im being sentenced but i walk through Like im dodging bullets at my window Man im straight up killin the??? And im gaining wisdom like im that old See me winnin chillin and on my smoke If they wanna hit it i got that so come and get ya ticket im at my shows Im on that illness, chronic tote Dont chill with bitches im on my own Me and my fam and me and the ghost see me outside im on that toast How many snitches how many hoes Aint none in my crowd cuz i stay alone Im rollin around fucked up on my throne won't throw it down hold up sip slow Damn im gone again
Writer(s): Dickie Lee Mason Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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