The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
F*ck the laid back shit
We can keep it real
Represent for myself so I had to keep it Ill
Having flashbacks down memory lane
And we haven't talked in months it's not feeling the same
I done grew up in the palace
Moved to the jungle
Concrete gray free fallin then you crumble
I got too much on my plate
You dont understand
Takin trips back home
When I need to see the fam
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
They can't really hang wit a nigga
Almost died once but I came bigger
For real
East coast nigga
Knocking on ya door
They try to steal my verse and they bitin on my flow
My niggas in the cut
Sippin on a 40
I don't need none of the drinks It's just me and
Make a couple plates yeah something we can eat up
Me and you the brand new Martin and Gina
I'm rookie of the year
The player of the game
Put my foot on the gas
Right hand on the chain
Put the ray bans on while I'm sitting in the shade
Crushed ice nigga and I'm sipping lemonade
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
Blake Breeze - Minute Made Lyrics
Blake Breeze - Minute Made Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
F*ck the laid back shit
We can keep it real
Represent for myself so I had to keep it Ill
Having flashbacks down memory lane
And we haven't talked in months it's not feeling the same
I done grew up in the palace
Moved to the jungle
Concrete gray free fallin then you crumble
I got too much on my plate
You dont understand
Takin trips back home
When I need to see the fam
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
They can't really hang wit a nigga
Almost died once but I came bigger
For real
East coast nigga
Knocking on ya door
They try to steal my verse and they bitin on my flow
My niggas in the cut
Sippin on a 40
I don't need none of the drinks It's just me and
Make a couple plates yeah something we can eat up
Me and you the brand new Martin and Gina
I'm rookie of the year
The player of the game
Put my foot on the gas
Right hand on the chain
Put the ray bans on while I'm sitting in the shade
Crushed ice nigga and I'm sipping lemonade
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home at six
F*ck the laid back shit
We can keep it real
Represent for myself so I had to keep it Ill
Having flashbacks down memory lane
And we haven't talked in months it's not feeling the same
I done grew up in the palace
Moved to the jungle
Concrete gray free fallin then you crumble
I got too much on my plate
You dont understand
Takin trips back home
When I need to see the fam
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
They can't really hang wit a nigga
Almost died once but I came bigger
For real
East coast nigga
Knocking on ya door
They try to steal my verse and they bitin on my flow
My niggas in the cut
Sippin on a 40
I don't need none of the drinks It's just me and
Make a couple plates yeah something we can eat up
Me and you the brand new Martin and Gina
I'm rookie of the year
The player of the game
Put my foot on the gas
Right hand on the chain
Put the ray bans on while I'm sitting in the shade
Crushed ice nigga and I'm sipping lemonade
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
The white and the green filling up the sky
And the cars and the bikes just riding by
Seen the kids playing ball from around the bridge
And My mama told me be home by six
Writer: Blake Christopher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid