[Verse 1:]
Honest where I start from
I try and impart my wisdom
A combination of truth and fear
That’s the way it’s always been
My father and his before him
At times we hurt the …
[Verse 1]
Oh, pity me
I’m so alone and so blue
My friends have all gone away
Their friendliness too
[Pre-Chorus]
It was I on my own
With no need to belong
And I wanted to die
That’s when …
[Verse 1]
Got some money, got some cash
I’m rich and now I’m sad
And I wonder if I’m sad about the money that I have
Got some boats on my plane
At the hotel …
[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin’ a goddamn sword, you know what I’m sayin’?
Polishin’ a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down
(And this beat from Cash, not from …
When the only sound in the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On …
[Intro]
(L Beats)
My name ain’t Louis, but I’ll strong-arm you niggas
[Chorus]
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah
[Verse 1]
Ran up and I came in it
Givin’ it to her raw
[?] for Thanksgiving
I’m switch your car suite
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
I ain’t bluffin’, I’m callin’ it how I see it
My niggas do numbеrs, we undefeatеd
Had everything, but the [?]
[?] thing on me like [?]
Fish take look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin’ mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
I’ma show my boss I’m handlin’ business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil’ shawty love to give me medded top
[Chorus]
Rockin’ Louis like I’m Armstrong
Bitch, I think my .9 broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn, that look like Tom Brady, yeah
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related, dawg
If twelve pull up, we ain’t related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin’, yeah
[Verse 2]
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Cut throat bear, Kodak play
I’m slayin’ her, I’m slayin’ her
You pussy niggas don’t wear enough
I ain’t even tryna get jammed up
Keep switchin’ up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watchin’ me everywhere I go, I’m paranoid
Still keep a .9 millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon’—, how are you sleepin’ on me?
Lil’ nigga, I do big ole’ things
Mask on ’cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, ’bout to pay for a hit
Need hand sanitizer ’cause you niggas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil’ nigga, it’s lit
My P.O. fine, I’ma tell her to quit
She already know I got meth in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
Fuck what the paper say, that ain’t my jit
Be ready to pull up, nigga, that ain’t my stick
The police be askin’ ’bout murders and shit
I’ma stand up, nigga, I’ll take me a sit
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I’m gleerious, they curious
I’m sweatin’ up bitch, I respect my dick
I won’t fuck no ho’ on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain’t even got no email
I’m pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin’ up, Cullinan, all season
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