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Paid For
02:53
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She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for
My speakers, my weed, and my chain loud
No speeding, I creep when I came down
We get active in the same town
She threw it back with her face down
I make m’s like 8 Mile
In the steakhouse with the same style
I be all over The States now
And your main girl is my playground
Hold up, wait, please don’t step on the exclusive sneaks
I don’t know if you see, but these bitches 250-a-piece
Me and all my dawgs eating off the streets, please believe
We don’t fuck with y’all. You got a disease, make me sneeze
Hold up, wait, fall back
Yeah, you ain’t with that
It’s Lil Mac, and I keep the strap with extra on my back
In the trap, gotta make it hap’
Girl, could you perhaps make it clap?
Yeah, make it clap. You know where it's at
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for
She gon' do it for a bankroll
(She gon' do it for a bankroll)
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
(She gon' do it 'cause the tank low)
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
('Cause I say so)
The only house the block done paid for
That shit ain’t this, bitch I’m telling you
I’m smoking one check the schedule
How am I so far ahead of you?
You a thug, but ain’t nobody scared of you
Please do not buy what they selling you
Fuck with me, and I’ll make you a better you
She wanna fuck, but some head’ll do
Sent her home then she crawled into bed with you
Bet 5 that if you stay here
You gon’ turn into somebody like me
How come every time you leave the city you go broke?
My nigga, how could that be?
(Mmm)
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
The only house the block done paid for
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2. |
Thursday Off
03:22
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(3,4) Eastside put your pistols in the air
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
I'm with my niggas, so I think they scared
Hood out the window because we don't care (Eastside)
I'm with that
This that get back like reparations
Revenge, click-clack, violence, and retaliation
Nation of wrongdoers blacker than Muslims in jail
Temptation of moving units, so it’s crack that we sell
We pack pistols and roll pack with black lips and a shell
Slept on a couch for 2 hours, then it’s back to the mail
Or back to them tales, stories about the shit I want
How can I fail? Seen some niggas hit a lick
They flaunt, I’m right on they trail
See, I’m a cutthroat, born broke, dark lung, never choke
Daddy’s son, compassion seeking ass nigga
And if we had to split a lick, I wouldn’t pass with ya
Can't say no to drugs I was too busy cuttin' class with 'em
They look from outside
They don't like what you do
A prisoner from inside
You come from a life of abuse
But it's a celebration
Eastside put your pistols in the air (Eastside)
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
I'm with my niggas, so I think they scared
Hood out the window because we don't care
Eastside put your pistols in the air
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
They look from outside
They don't like what you do
A prisoner from inside
You come from a life of abuse
But it's a celebration
(Is that the police right there?)
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
They didn't think we'd make it anywhere
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
Come and celebrate with me, yeah
They didn't think we'd make it (3,4)
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Stash
02:30
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I got a stash, I got a stash on me
I got a stash, I got a stash on me, ay
Said I got a stash, I got a stash on me
I got a stash, I got a stash on me, ay
Said I got a stash
Ay, fuck the bravado
Been cold since my mama got chased in the Tahoe
Niggas hate, so Nina go wherever I go
And she just wanna juke like we from Chicago
But I’m too sleepy, plus that reefer got my eyes low
She gave me top up in the whip. I had to drive slow
I done fell in love, gotta hide it from my guys though
I don’t trust nobody, plus besides them niggas fried
Exposed
(Bitch)I got a stash, I got a stash on me
I got a stash, I got a stash on me, ay
Said I got a stash, I got a stash on me
I got a stash, I got a stash on me, ay
Said I got a stash
Rollin' down the window
Aimin' at your temple
Bangin' with my kinfolk, ay (I got a stash)
Show me what it’s hittin' fo'
Baby, keep it simple the life we live is sinful, ay (I got a stash)
You got weed and I got roll-up
Money never fold up. Police can’t control us, ay (Bitch, I got a stash)
Money never fold up, ay. Police can’t control us, ay
I got a stash
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof, now
Ay, a lot of niggas smoke kill, pop pills, kill niggas
Done keeled over. Can’t say sober
But J Hova done told this nigga whole history (ay)
This that hustler music
That broke boy don’t get accustomed music
That Eastside nigga, tusslin' music
We don't fuss, we shoot
I know niggas that'll bust at school
But then they can't catch the bus to school
And you want me to fuck my J's up?
Nigga, is you crazy?
I ain't gotta act hard, but where I'm from
It's 1-0-1 to pack that gun
'Cause they'll 86 yo ass
And have you 6' 'cause you wanna ride glass, nigga
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof, now
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof, now
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof
My hands out the roof, now
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4. |
Sun Eater
03:37
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(Mmm, I'm with it now, ay)
(I did this shit by design, I did this shit by design, ay)
(I did this shit by design, I did this shit by design)
I did this shit by design
I need my money on time
If that's not why you callin' my line
Trust me, you will get declined
Can't do no 9-to-5
I had to get on my grind
Woke up today feelin' fine
Nigga, don't get out of line
Lock it up, and I flip it like it was cocaine
Get the money then split it up with the whole gang
I came back to the city, ain't sayin' no names
Niggas been fuckin' wit me. Like way before fame
I cannot go broke, man
I need my money on time, I need my money on time
I did this shit by design, I did this shit by design
I came up and split it with the whole gang
Put your hands back atcho side. You do not know me
I got gas. I’m like Hank Hill with the propane
You don't smoke no loud. Yo blunt a throwaway
Don't let nobody mislead you
See, I'm a man of the people
I cannot stand by no evil
In my ends where the means is illegal
When you talk, don't nobody believe you
When I talk, my enemies drop
The devil been tryna convince me to stop
I'm gettin' paid off them sentences now
Free the sentenced, 'cause now
I did this shit by design
I need my money on time
If that's not why you callin' my line
Trust me, you will get declined
Can't do no 9-to-5
I had to get on my grind
Woke up today feelin' fine
Nigga, don't get out of line
Lock it up, and I flip it like it was cocaine
Get the money then split it up with the whole gang
I came back to the city, ain't sayin' no names
Niggas been fuckin' wit me. Like way before fame
I cannot go broke, man
I need my money on time, I need my money on time
I did this shit by design, I did this shit by design
What if I never catch a wave?
What if I'm never on stage?
A nigga still need to get paid
I ain't got time to wait
My mama need help on the bills
So, I need the connect on the pills
Spent the whole day with no meals
You can catch me in the field
I'm the nigga put you in position to make you win
How does it feel, I'm the reason niggas know who you is?
Everybody change
But I'm the one to blame
It hurt to say your name
While I drift from state-to-state
Tryna make a play
I did this shit by design
I need my money on time
If that's not why you callin' my line
Trust me, you will get declined
Can't do no 9-to-5
I had to get on my grind
Woke up today feelin' fine
Nigga, don't get out of line
Lock it up, and I flip it like it was cocaine
Get the money then split it up with the whole gang
I came back to the city, ain't sayin' no names
Niggas been fuckin' wit me. Like way before fame
I cannot go broke, man
I need my money on time, I need my money on time
I did this shit by design, I did this shit by design
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Go 2 Church
04:03
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If you scared, nigga, go to church
Voices in my head I'm 'bout to go berserk
Nigga, fuck a bed. We come from the dirt
Young nigga with dreads, so I'm shootin' first
Just a young nigga from the Eastside
Rollin' up that sess. Nigga, we high
Pistol in my hand and chopper in the trunk
Nigga, while you playin', we'll let it dump
(So funny)
You got to be fuckin' jokin' me
Your reggie smoke is fuckin' chokin' me
Please get away from my whip, ay
Broke shit, I'm allergic
No, I ain't saw or heard shit
No, for this, you not equipped, ay
You got to be fuckin' jokin' me (Fuckin' jokin' me)
Your reggie smoke is fuckin' chokin' me
Please get away from my whip, ay
Broke shit, I'm allergic
No, I ain't saw or heard shit
No, for this, you not equipped, ay
(Yeah) Crime come too easy
They tryna keep a nigga stuck inside, don’t believe me
I'm not even sure if I can drive, but he too sleepy
Goin' up the hill, but I’m a rider on weekends
Flyin' down 90 and I’m tryin' not to be seen
Why? Then I reply, "Bitch, I’m a king, don’t police me."
Release my niggas doing repeats
Maybe I’m too selfish. Maybe all you do is retreat
(You know what's up)
You are the one
You are the one
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it 'cause the tank low
She gon' do it 'cause I say so
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it for a bankroll
She gon' do it for
I won't take up no time
You the only thing on my mind
(You are) The only one can jump the whole line
Pick it up and bring it back in no time
You and me together gon' shine
Let me know when it's go time
(You are) The one fi di top, I'm gon' climb
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
You got to be fuckin' jokin' me (You are the one)
Your reggie smoke is fuckin' chokin' me (You are)
Please get away from my whip, ay
Broke shit, I'm allergic
No, I ain't saw or heard shit (You are the one)
No, for this, you not equipped. No, no, no (You are)
You got to be fuckin' jokin' me (You are the one)
Your reggie smoke is fuckin' chokin' me (You are)
Please get away from my whip, ay
Broke shit, I'm allergic
No, I ain't saw or heard shit (You are the one)
No, for this, you not equipped. No, no, no
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Peachcurls Cleveland, Ohio
I can't write about myself in third-person and feel genuine. This is the internet, and ain't no rules so it's first-person.
I'm Peachcurls from Cleveland, OH. EASTSIDE! I make music off the MacBook Pro.
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