"i cannot promise you that, i give you my word" lyrics

You did good Slick
Yeah-yeah, yeah
It's a smash
Whoa
Yeah, let's go

Yeah. I just poured up on the lean
I just poured up on the Act
Yeah. I just might pop me a pill
I just might pop me a pack
(Whoa)

Yeah. Living like I'm gonna die. I cannot cut 'em no slack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Am I gon' wake up tomorrow?
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that

Yeah. My bitch. She begging for love
I cannot promise her that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Let's go, let's go)

Yeah. Fuck it. I'm going up
Pull up. They know it's us
I just been building this shit brick-after-brick and now they all showing up
(Yeah, yeah)
Big Cuban. I'm glowing up
Yeah. Al-Queda. I'm blowing up
Gotta put on for the gang
The motherfucking Grey
Them threes. I throw it up

Ain't repping that shit that they claiming
They're bitches, they're pussy, they're punk
The way that my money be flowing in every day first of the month
I'm facing a blunt remembering days, was jailed in Estonia
Now, I'm taking over. Yeah. Imperial colonial

Yeah. Whoa. Swerving that motherfucking eh
Hit up their block. I'm like ay
Choppa. It came out to play

I got more hits than a rave
I got that hit that she crave
And now, she wanna be saved
Whoa, whoa, whoa

But I cannot promise her that
Demons. They come in all black
I'm only after them racks
I take my dick and I piss on a plaque
Then put my dick in her back

Money so swol'. They're wondering that if I put my cash on a stack
Yeah. All of my money on motherfucking 'roids like motherfucking balco
Yeah. Quarterback of the whole team. Yeah. They call me "Shane Falco"
No. We don't motherfucking micro-dose, bitch. We're on macro
Yeah. I give 'em twenties to my hoes
'Cause no—we don't count those

Pull up on motherfucking NPT and they holler, "Whoa!"
All my younging. They on TTG. They trained to go
Yeah. I cannot promise you none, dog. Don't know what you heard
Yeah. I cannot promise you that, dog. I give you my word

Yeah. I just poured up on the lean
I just poured up on the Act
Yeah. I just might pop me a pill
I just might pop me a pack
(Whoa)

Yeah. Living like I'm gonna die. I cannot cut 'em no slack
(Whoa)
Yeah. Am I gon' wake up tomorrow?
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that

Yeah. My bitch. She begging for love
I cannot promise her that
(Whoa, whoa)
I cannot promise you that
(Let's go, let's go)

Yeah. Fuck it. I'm going up
Pull up. They know it's us
I just been building this shit brick-after-brick and now they all showing up
(Yeah, yeah)
Big Cuban. I'm glowing up
Yeah. Al-Queda. I'm blowing up
Gotta put on for the gang
The motherfucking Grey
Them threes. I throw it up

Ain't repping that shit that they claiming
They're bitches, they're pussy, they're punk
The way that my money be flowing in every day first of the month
I'm facing a blunt remembering days, was jailed in Estonia
Now, I'm taking over. Yeah. Imperial colonial