Gangs wanna unite. This is proof. Tie the flags and raise em high in unity. We don’t have to put it down. Just use it for beneficial progress in the communities.
My niggaaaa. Much love bro bro. I’ve been a fan since like 2018 fr fr. I’m from The Bahamas. I put so many of my people on good quality west coast “ART”.
This is one (1) of my favorite songs right here, it's a damn shame that my man didn't get the push like he was supposed to get because he's better than most of the so much called a-list rappers out here now spitting that trash that they be pumping on the radio or t.v.
I will tear this whole fucking house down I'm bettin' you won't do shit Oh, really? Try me. Try me! Yeah Come on, try me! Fuck out my face! Try me, bitch! Then come on and try me! Get out my fuckin' face, move! What you gonna do? Come on, don't stop here No, I'm tired of you Go head, go Go head, stop Yeah, whatever I have had enough! Shut the fuck up! Yo, yo Uh Don't put your hands on me, uh Fuck out my phone I already told you she my damn homie, uh You know the buttons still hurtin' And then you gon' stand on em', uh And have the nerve to say You'll call another man on me, whoa I was aware of your hurt But I didn't know what your vengeance like How the role of the killer Switch to the role of the victim? Like why the fuck you keep yellin' "We can't afford no eviction"? Uh On my momma, you trippin' bitch Don't be bringin' my kid in this She say, "Nigga you ain't shit Shoulda left you where you stand Shoulda never let you hit I shoulda chose up on your friend Wish your daddy was around And taught you how to be a man 'Cause you a, motherfuckin' Coward, nigga, let go of my hand I swear I hate you, I hate how You think you dumb poppin' Nigga, fuck Compton Act like you don't see your son watchin', uh I'm done watchin' you fuck him up Keep it pushin', go do you Like he don't copy your movements And he ain't lookin' up to you that shit is boo-boo, I hate it Know it's actually kinda crazy how You fucked your homegirl and then Actually tried to blame me, like No, I'm laughin' because I'm angry You salty 'cause I been dating don't ask me To see your baby, fuckin' pussy" At the tone please record your message When you finish recording you may hang Up or press one for more options Look bro, I don't know what you been on But this is the example you want to set for your son? Like dude, get it together I need some me time Your son got practice on Friday and a game on Saturday I need you to pick him up after school Get out your feelings We in darkness, but we addicted to it You say my son got a game and I need to get him to it, uh Though I miss him, I say "Shit, no I ain't finna do it" 'Cause I'm too pissed, I say "No, bitch, go tell your nigga do it", uh Another stereotype that I couldn't prove wrong Cool with doin' me But just not tryna let you move on, uh The rude tone was too strong, shit You know I just can't back down Know you got me fucked- nah Who that nigga in your background? I told you, bitch Don't ever have no nigga 'round my baby I'm forever gon' be with it, bitch Don't ever try and play me She like, "Boy you fake crazy I bet you wish you cared then, huh?" Then, "I bet you wish that you was there then, huh?" I seen the truth when I was buried in my shame We already share the pain How 'bout we finally share the blame? You was bitter out my bones And take the hatred out my veins, uh Don't look for change, be the change, that's it
You called to see if I was home then Sleeping in, get boring, uh My landlord tripping off my speakers 'cause the low end You pull up with no warning, uh This the season for us growing Let's go deep in the unknown then, uh But by evening we'll be mourning You leave me with no warning, uh Look at you lettin' the cold in No, I ain't movin', I'm frozen, uh No, I ain't bitter, I'm broken, uh At least you could give me a warning Yeah, yeah, okay Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) Father of my time, don't you got some more to give to me? (Uh) Anything, anything Mother of my skies, why you always gotta intervene? (Uh) Father of my time, don't you got some more to give to me? You clouded my judgment, uh Surround me with flooding You talk when I talk just to drown out discussions, uh She like "How we gon' fuck When your friends in the living room all on the game, uh?" Say what you want, shit Don't nothin' get easy 'bout that walk of shame Talkin' 'bout stayin' in I blame you for being petty and Tellin' me pull up when you ain't ready and All the dates that you didn't bed me But we don't go 'cause The going out get weird and Come to the understanding We can't overcome them fears, with Without them to start clear (Haha) Blocking my view, don't you see me tryna watch the game? Don't be wasting time askin' how to say my name Another 24 gone, wishin' I had 25 Spent 24 thinkin' 'bout her down 69 I spent three-six-five With the biggest star in the sky That me, myself, and I But how will I know if I fell in love? You're making it cold Could've sent me a text alert Could've lit off one of them little red flares, smoke in the air Somebody somewhere noticed the color Heart starts to stutter, flutter Mother, sky, I'm listening to Young Gunna
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Shit And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have sex with her (shit) All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world) Yeah my nigga the world, in the world (shit) I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe fuck with her Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl No no, no no, don't tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah I hope you gripping what you love 'Cause they coming to steal your joy How come every time we function, they telling us kill the noise? Why the fuck my baby mama keep saying I'm still a boy? Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void I'm saying, boy, I ain't touch my ceiling That's prolly from effort giving Searching for better living, that shit come from repetition I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for bitches Keep saying "F them niggas, " but still ain't address it with em' You stressing when it's Too much dough to be hurt, yeah I don't know what I'm worth, yeah I've been broke since my birth, yeah Too much hoes in my search, yeah I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah Now if your pockets been low and your shit was all bad Now your bitches all mad, 'cause you gettin' to the bag Put your hands up, yo yo All my niggas put your hands up Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past And you know that you got class Then go 'head and shake your ass Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up
Nigga i was happy af when i see you and when i seen kdot specifically call you by name and grab and embrace you i felt like i made it 😂😂 i been rocking wit your music since 2014 15 damn near seen that oh my shit on mtv jams damn near you that nigga bruh keep going
I remember Kendrick talking about how he saw Pac & Dre shooting "California Love" when he was a kid and how it marked him, I feel like all the kids that were at the POP-OUT had a similar experience for real.
