Lyrics

"ty go get that n-" Yeah Like how could you leave me on my own Next thing you know shit went left Good thing I'm used to the stress Posed to stay with me when I'm right or wrong Nah fuck that, give me three to the dome Feeling like my n- melo (yeah) & we made it out the ghetto Yeah, this my taurus flow So listen up close Do you hear what I'm saying There ain't nomore playing, weigh ins Keep a tank on me like I'm davis I've seen hoopers turn shooters & they all ain't gangbanging Son's dying, mommas crying Let the reverend get to praying It's not what you say it's how you say it Everyday my lifestyle changing What goes around comes around From mistakes I'm still making My mind all up in the clouds It feels like I'm in a matrix I be really in & out Can't let em know what I'm thinking Just keeping it real, ain't signing no deals But along the way I had some help Can't say I did it all Even though I did this all by myself Guapi my jeans & it's two b.b simons on the belt Ion really give a fuck how you feel It's cool when they do it When I do it it's a problem, now I'm giving em chills Like how could you leave me on my own Next thing you know shit went left Good thing I'm used to the stress Posed to stay with me when I'm right or wrong Nah fuck that, give me three to the dome (boaw) Feeling like my n- melo (yeah) & we made it out the ghetto Yeah, this my taurus flow So listen up close Do you hear what I'm saying There ain't nomore playing, weigh ins Keep a tank on me like I'm davis I've seen hoopers turn shooters & they all ain't gangbanging Son's dying, mommas crying Let the reverend get to praying It's not what you say it's how you say it (Yeah) It's not what you say it's how you say it (Yeah) Fast Lane Musik
Writer(s): Tyrese Gentry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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