Till Tomorrow

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I'm goin' out a real nigga
 Bread winner business
 Shoutout to Baltimore
 My H come out of Maryland, see
 Bitch I'm from Maryland
 Panoramic roof on my new Altima no Maserati
 Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody
 She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
 Excuse me bae I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord
 I swear I'm out my body lord
 Look, please don't talk inside the car
 This depression get the best of me
 I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow
 Rest in peace to [?]
 Boy throwin' 4's in the south
 Street nigga step team really pack gats, gold's in the mouth
 Momma told me never hit a women but i bat hoes in the mouth
 Make the trap roll in a drought
 Get the pack goin' on the route
 Talkin' that money shit I'm too intelligent
 Flip on my flip then I jump in a bucket
 When I'm in Cali you know I be thuggin'
 I've been shot without a bad leg
 Me and Cre Cre in Compton coolin'
 On Caress Ave eatin' crab legs
 I'm goin' out a real nigga
 Bread Winner business
 Got a ramen roof on my new Altima no Maserati
 Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody
 She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
 Excuse me girl I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord
 I swear I'm out my body lord
 Look, please don't talk inside the car
 This depression get the best of me
 I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow
 Lightning fast from the left jab make the right, damn he throw pressure
 Man I don't need no effort, make the coke measure, treat the hoe special, baggin' coke rebellious
 Take 'em to trial, no backin' down
 The Luca comes out the day I'ma smile
 All praise to Allah
 The limbs blowing loud, my faith in the clouds
 Legal tender we tippin' on strippers that's my way of giving back, stay out my business
 Walk like a general goin' organic, investin' in diamonds they made out of minerals
 I'm with my niggas Starlito I kill for you
 My heart droppin' knowledge in interviews
 My grandmother told me that someones gonna love me the others gonna try to get rid of you
 They call me Jesus, I speak the truth
 Got a ramen roof on my new Altima no Maserati
 Low key in a rental boo so please don't tell nobody
 She just tapped her homegirl look girl there go Luca Brasi
 Excuse me girl I'm on a lot of drugs I'm out my body, lord
 I swear I'm out my body lord
 Look, please don't talk inside the car
 This depression get the best of me
 I'm in my thoughts I don't want to talk until tomorrow

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Duration
02:55
Tempo
104 BPM

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