Hey My Guy!
Hey!
Shout out Holyfield
Shout out Griff
What up Cam
Yo
Carla still treating me right
Hey my guy
You down to ride
Im down to vibe
This is my goodbye
That's my guy
That's my guy
That's my guy
That's my guy
Pulling up from Orlando, Handels
Bitches blow us out like candles
Killing shit like rambo
Say bye bye to the bando
Man time flies in the bay
Me and my guys got to say
Feeling alright in the brain
We were kicking flavor Lu-Kang
Hey!
Look at the past
Getting so faded we can't feel our face and lets face it
We knew that we wasted our time and it aint 'gon last
(Yeah it aint 'gon last yeah)
We knew it we blew it we're facing the music
Went from acting so stupid so short of a nuisance
Had to do right by our family
Like nike we just had to do it
Hey my guy
Lets touch the sky
Don't waste no time
So lets get high
No, I won't hit nothing if I am just bored
Of course sober lifestyle aint short of a chore
Lord save me before I break down this O
Self control
We aint racing learned moderation
Self control
If I say no then don't debate it
Best believe I went from
Chiefin' Chiefin' Chiefin
To
Believin' Believin' Believin'
In myself
Saw my path lead straight to hell
Swallowed my pride
And asked for help
As for me
I saw my enemies calling out blasphemy
So now the ol me can rest in peace
Cuz this is the new me
That's my guy
That's my guy
You down to ride
That's my guy
Shout out Holyfield
Shout out Griff
What up Cam
Yo
Carla still treating me right
Hey my guy
You down to ride
Im down to vibe
This is my goodbye
That's my guy
That's my guy
That's my guy
That's my guy
Pulling up from Orlando, Handels
Bitches blow us out like candles
Killing shit like rambo
Say bye bye to the bando
Man time flies in the bay
Me and my guys got to say
Feeling alright in the brain
We were kicking flavor Lu-Kang
Hey!
Look at the past
Getting so faded we can't feel our face and lets face it
We knew that we wasted our time and it aint 'gon last
(Yeah it aint 'gon last yeah)
We knew it we blew it we're facing the music
Went from acting so stupid so short of a nuisance
Had to do right by our family
Like nike we just had to do it
Hey my guy
Lets touch the sky
Don't waste no time
So lets get high
No, I won't hit nothing if I am just bored
Of course sober lifestyle aint short of a chore
Lord save me before I break down this O
Self control
We aint racing learned moderation
Self control
If I say no then don't debate it
Best believe I went from
Chiefin' Chiefin' Chiefin
To
Believin' Believin' Believin'
In myself
Saw my path lead straight to hell
Swallowed my pride
And asked for help
As for me
I saw my enemies calling out blasphemy
So now the ol me can rest in peace
Cuz this is the new me
That's my guy
That's my guy
You down to ride
That's my guy
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Writer(s): Tragic
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