Lyrics:
Creature passing by
Virtually a universe of
Reasons
Reasons
I know I know I know I know I know about the hole
You dug you dug you dug you dug there
Deep
red rum
He watch bodies fall
Ask about lil rapper, he a bitch
Tellin' on his dawgs
My heart fuckin' gone, by my lonely
Back against the wall
Look Cojack
we dug up the gold, in the days of 49.
There was new york jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that hed get full he was
we dug up the gold, in the days of '49.
There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight
And every time that he'd get full he
I guess that's what I deserve though
For these holes that Ive dug in the dirt o
Ver these years all the times that I've hurt those that love me
made of red clay
Looking above
By climbing he realized
He could not scape
Looking around
He found a passage
Dug down in the wall
It was so tight, so
little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I'll take
her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
he bears
You can't put him down for who he is or what he does
Cause you don't dig the holes that he dug
He said son this road of life's been known
put him down for who he is or what he does
Cause you don't dig the holes that he dug
[ guitar ]
He said son this road of life's been known to take it's
through a hole that he had drove
It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind
He grabbed onto some grass and climbed
Pulled himself up out of his
of Jack to her right
And a shotgun by her side
Gonna do somethin’ and she knows it isn’t right
There’s a hole dug in the back of their land
Seems about
that dug a hole
You must be living underneath me cause you look like a troll
Don't even try and fucking judge me by the drugs that I do
You got those
Hehehe hahahaha
Yes!
(Roger that)
Drop it
Ugh
Listen
I'm like a million Pina Coladas
As mean as schools of Piranhas
Hotter than the heat from
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
don't end up like a dead man
Bam Bam, goes the sound of a gun
He got two walking by, and got your only son
And now you're all alone
you break his bones,
now that I got
Hands on my head, tryna figure it out
Stressed out, dug a hole
Now I'm tryna get out
Nearly lost my shit a few times
Can't say what about
your hole
You've dug inside
Why waste your days
For you to say
That you relied
On wasted time
I look ahead a me, I hope you be ready
See
nothing for himself
dug 'em down
filled 'em with the blood
by god he's digging still
him and my mom
gave me my digging back
but it's weak
it's
laughin', he's so reckless
He know I got now, it's no pressure
But when it's his turn, let the grits burn
That Lawrence Fishburne
But it's on record how
The Dark Knight, fuck a Clark Kent
Martin Lawrence when he traveled back
In time with suspense
Suspended, animation when my brain reacts
Don't belong in this
of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off
High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
Got me gainin' weight, fuckin' up my right kidney
Cousin raped that school allow' with me
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