Seasons always change around me
Ayy, ayy, one two, one two, yeah
I got lost, but now I’m found
Black Sheep 5, yeah
You’re the only one that grounds me
Left all that bitch ass shit
Sweetness, don′t you let me down
Yeah, ayy
Y’all ain’t never sold no pack out of no Coupe DeVille
Don’t shoot my shot ’cause when I pop out, I’m gon’ shoot to kill
My homie switched up for some change, he know how Judas feel
But fuck it, I keep sluggers in the hammer like a Louisville
My dad wasn’t rich, but I got tatted like I’m Ricky Hill
And that’s my dog, still gone hustle ’til there’s fifty mil
I put some homies on, they flеw out to LA and got a sticky deal
I guess that’s karma ’cause hе shoulda kept it real
He shoulda stayed solid, I know you my day ones
If you got some loyalty for me and you don’t play about it, yeah
Spray about it, stay reppin’
Got that 1911 like it’s 1947
I’ve been sinnin’ for some time, might not get to Heaven
But when winnings on your mind, gotta do what give you leverage
Man I keep a fo’, my homie put a fo’ inside his beverage
Then he fucked ’round, overdosed, I told God, “I got the message”
And I changed my ways, King of Diamond, not the Ace of Spades
You work this hard and everyday feel like it’s Labor Day
Been in the street for so damn long, feel like I can’t escape
But, homie, I get magic with this mic, I feel like Channing Tate
Yeah, yeah, and I hate suckers
I’d stay around, but I can’t kick it with you fake fuckers
Make sure you keep some strong women in yo’ life
So you don’t get up on the mic and get to talkin’ like the Tate brothers
I milked the game for so damn long, I gotta make butter
If you don’t put on for your dogs, then you ain’t brothers
For every lame that died, they’ll reincarnate eight others
Make sure when the real ones come around, you pussies take cover
He shoulda stayed solid, I know you my day ones
If you got some loyalty for me and you don’t play about it, yeah
Spray about it, stay reppin’
Got that 1911— (Pablo)
Since an adolescent, thuggin’ with a Smith & Wesson
Probably shoulda learned my lesson when they caught me slippin’ (Yes sir)
Plenty stripes, war wounds show I’m battle tested (Yes sir)
You know my mama was my daddy, she was trans-parent (Alright, alright)
A man first, I ain’t never want no handout
And fuck the judge, you should see the time they hand out
My big brother got five life sentences, now tell me
How the fuck I’m supposed to explain that to my nieces? (Please)
I just pray they don’t blame him for leavin’
And start to tell theyself that they don’t need him, man
On top of that, me and my brother beefin’
This Cain and Abel shit, but this shit a lil different
Thought that if I love ya, I could tell you when you trippin’
You should never have to question my intentions (Yes sir)
Especially when you know how I be livin’
Know how I be standin’ on that bidness
Hold up, let me get up out my feelings
He just shoulda stayed solid, I know you my day ones
If you got some loyalty for me and you don’t play about it, yeah
Spray about it, stay reppin’
Got that 1911 like it’s 1947, Black Sheep
Seasons always change around me
I got lost, but now I’m found
You’re the only one that grounds me
Sweetness, don′t you let me down
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