Ordinary lyrics

[Verse 1]
I still run with them same n*ggas - still run on that same block
Still running from police - still ducking them same cops
Boy, that two-seater, yeah, you know that Coupe mean
n*ggas making them false statements
They don’t really know what the truth means
That’s alright, that’s cool, though, they gone learn up
And you damn right that’s a whole pound, my n*gga roll up
Boss sh*t – yeah, we be on that boss sh*t
n*ggas had it, couldn’t handle it, so it’s safe to say that they lost it
Bossip, aw sh*t, M-O-B, on that mob sh*t
Talking about who you gone rob, b*tch?
I’m fully equipped with this rocket
Nah’mean? It ain’t even worth it
Throw my frames on, now that’s picture perfect

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Them girls wanna party, they gone off that liquor
I’m telling them all to come f*ck with my n*ggas
They single, they want what we do, it’s so different
Do it so different

[Verse 2]
Word – my n*ggas like hoes that like hoes
Arguing with that desk b*tch
Like “f*ck you mean that my flight closed?”
Sweatsuits, yeah b*tch, they’re my flight clothes
Music playing in my iPod, I’m in high mode
High mode, ultra beast, n*ggas all on them old gangs
I was thinking about how to make a million off cocaine
That’s hard to do when n*ggas ain’t gon’ play they role
Man I should call, a couple n*ggas told
Them long nights - them cold days
Them two-way streets – them one-ways
That car read a lot of money, n*gga, that’s ball park
And you, you was a b*tch in school, n*gga, we call that Hallmark