Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being and tired
muthaf-ck them niggas be the state of mind
got them haters on the job like a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya and stay out of mine
50 for this rolly homie
i die tonight just bring my to the ceremony
lord i be shittin' on 'em
hottest since that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me you choke and fall into a coma
smell the frangrance the money be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims carry amounts
got them bitches pussy what the asses out
story, new glory
money stacking taller a two story
real niggas countin money, never boring
last year i made a million of the touring
fuck boys, know what you bout
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
look around, peep at the winners
we the niggas touching paper like a worker
them pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these bitches so fertile
lord knows i be going

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
nights, before that rap shit
i was thinking moving keys a locksmith
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just you keep ya name clear
for a nigga, trippin' i just stand still
i trippin' i just stand still
knows that i'm stressed out
walking through roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a dollars
put a quarter million dollars round a collar
couple more to cop a phantom i talking opera
they sya my sick i should see a fucking doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper raise a head like you present
broward i am that
only nigga in my riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my fans are dead
they only
and word to my daughter
i'm just tryna make it headquarters
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