When we step round then set piece, I swear me I'm broad in tactics Creased up 20s and 10s in
When we step round there, set peace.
I swear me, I'm broad in tactics.
Creased up 20s and 10s in plastic, got them in thick elastics I was getting sleep on a blue mat, coming like I was just doing gymnastics
She was like, Diggs, how you do that?
I'm young with a drip, not broke on average.
But way back when, I should have been home.
I was in an alley with fiends.
And you ain't got tea for the pole.
He's only got one, like Nanny McPhee.
Designer clothes, Italian jeans.
Every day I'm happy, it seems.
And I swear this belly was clean till I started to sweat and I stamped off steam I just sent it all up and came back down
Spent all of my worth on this dust I know I'm gonna make back pounds But if I put it all in a bowl You know I'm gonna scrape that round
This Lengton calling me bro, I told her to take that down.
Muller, Muller, Kate, coulda, shoulda hit Jemma and prayed.
Do shoot your ma hood up in rain Do blip and then max push foot up in face And I still got this joker in case Them hookers they just get brained
Mash work go look up my name Old school like Conta Quinte Wanna link plug D hook up with B
M.M.
got the darkened raps, trap mash, M.K.
got cobbering flakes My trees are black or blue, no chi, no dawn, like the Buddha in Bage
T.I.
that's my bros new bloodline under I swear I'm gonna pull up on mains I don't even want you to break it just taste it now she's full up off brain
If I just back this thing, then I might just whap it and slit man's face.
I already told them why I can't rave.
Cause my blade sets off the detector I just done a whole trip on train And I didn't even see the inspector
Why they always tell me I'm extra?
Why?
Cause I'm bringing up things I remember.
Seeing close friends turn to ops.
That's a lesson learned, not a loss Seen too many doors in a seg I was all over the map
And so many times I hurt my leg Just trying to kick open the flap Now this side dude trying to be baby How can you blame me if I don't want it?
Fresh fade under my hood and lately everything I smoke is exotic.
Just scrape this bowl, let's lock it.
I got a place you can go where I chopped it.
But he ain't gonna beg it till later The slate's so sandy I just got brandy sand on the drainer You know that's paraphernalia
I used to make needles in the kettle Hard times didn't have a container And I would've put a ring on this money
That's if I could have married this paper.
That's where me and bro did tactics Creased up 20s and 10s in plastic Got them in thick elastics
I was going to sleep on a blue mat coming like I was just doing gymnastics.
She was like, Diggs, how you do that?
I'm young with a
You have not broken average.
