One time like annually
Two times like Siamese
In other words like I and E
I'm Big H I'm beside a G
Niggas pray on yo down fall
But they in ya face they smiling
Lies open up eyes for me
Got spray starch for the irony
No these niggas can't move me
Like my shoes glued to the concrete
Think my wife hit the lottery
A nigga must of hit the power ball
Cuz this love everything it gotta be
They was this close to stopping me
She believed me in me like prophecy
I'm that nigga I gotta be
Grind like it was two of me
Three of me, Four of me
God got a lil more for me
I wonder what he got in store for me
He just put a lil weight on me
I could shoulder it like acromion
Tryna be a lil gateway
Maybe make way
For lil homie them
Twistin up they fangers
Straight banging they toxic
Niggas ain't no strangers to danger
They pop shit
They don't really eat Chinese
But they ridin round with a chop stick
Hard to tell a nigga hold on
When he go home and ain't got shit
I feel you my nigga
You gotta hold on
Keep yo chin up to the clouds boy
We gone find a way
I be tryna feel the vibrations
Niggas pouring out libations
Thinking bout how life crazy
Ain't nothin scary as time baby
Love change like four seasons
Life make it hard to find reason
Big loss and you still grieving
In the negative tryna get even
Huh
120 on the dash when I drive
Foot planted on the gas when I drive
We just tryna stay alive
Huh
Giving up is not a option
I got the drive like Ryan Goslin
Step outside like what's poppin
H O
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English
One time like annually
Two times like Siamese
In other words like I and E
I'm Big H I'm beside a G
Niggas pray on yo down fall
But they in ya face they smiling
Lies open up eyes for me
Got spray starch for the irony
No these niggas can't move me
Like my shoes glued to the concrete
Think my wife hit the lottery
A nigga must of hit the power ball
Cuz this love everything it gotta be
They was this close to stopping me
She believed me in me like prophecy
I'm that nigga I gotta be
Grind like it was two of me
Three of me, Four of me
God got a lil more for me
I wonder what he got in store for me
He just put a lil weight on me
I could shoulder it like acromion
Tryna be a lil gateway
Maybe make way
For lil homie them
Twistin up they fangers
Straight banging they toxic
Niggas ain't no strangers to danger
They pop shit
They don't really eat Chinese
But they ridin round with a chop stick
Hard to tell a nigga hold on
When he go home and ain't got shit
I feel you my nigga
You gotta hold on
Keep yo chin up to the clouds boy
We gone find a way
I be tryna feel the vibrations
Niggas pouring out libations
Thinking bout how life crazy
Ain't nothin scary as time baby
Love change like four seasons
Life make it hard to find reason
Big loss and you still grieving
In the negative tryna get even
Huh
120 on the dash when I drive
Foot planted on the gas when I drive
We just tryna stay alive
Huh
Giving up is not a option
I got the drive like Ryan Goslin
Step outside like what's poppin
H O
Two times like Siamese
In other words like I and E
I'm Big H I'm beside a G
Niggas pray on yo down fall
But they in ya face they smiling
Lies open up eyes for me
Got spray starch for the irony
No these niggas can't move me
Like my shoes glued to the concrete
Think my wife hit the lottery
A nigga must of hit the power ball
Cuz this love everything it gotta be
They was this close to stopping me
She believed me in me like prophecy
I'm that nigga I gotta be
Grind like it was two of me
Three of me, Four of me
God got a lil more for me
I wonder what he got in store for me
He just put a lil weight on me
I could shoulder it like acromion
Tryna be a lil gateway
Maybe make way
For lil homie them
Twistin up they fangers
Straight banging they toxic
Niggas ain't no strangers to danger
They pop shit
They don't really eat Chinese
But they ridin round with a chop stick
Hard to tell a nigga hold on
When he go home and ain't got shit
I feel you my nigga
You gotta hold on
Keep yo chin up to the clouds boy
We gone find a way
I be tryna feel the vibrations
Niggas pouring out libations
Thinking bout how life crazy
Ain't nothin scary as time baby
Love change like four seasons
Life make it hard to find reason
Big loss and you still grieving
In the negative tryna get even
Huh
120 on the dash when I drive
Foot planted on the gas when I drive
We just tryna stay alive
Huh
Giving up is not a option
I got the drive like Ryan Goslin
Step outside like what's poppin
H O
Writer: Brandon Hodgers
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