Lyrics:
gotta be patient
I looked in the mirror, said stay on your ground
I do what I gotta do, keep it 100
It is what it is, ain't wasting no time
Yeah, I think
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
wonder if I can
I know that every outlaw doesn't have to be a man
Outlaws ain't always the best singers in the land
I'm just a woman trying to be an outlaw
The bird is not the word
Unless your surfin'
I get nervous
Quite a bit
If you haven't seen me
Inna while I apologize
I go missing sometimes
Like native
"Cledus would you look into your crystal ball"
I said "I'd love to boys, but I got Tanya Tucker on hold,
Gotta go."
[Chorus]
Now I got a new career
to say this out loud
So uh, if you could sort of roll along with this thing here
This is called, "Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie"
Um, when your mind
daddy!"
Backhand to your mouth, quit playin'!
Don't duck if it don't apply, if you ain't my inferior
No time for monkeys, I'm killing the curious
Peep
breathless
Say she not a hoe she got influenced by my necklace
If I say I will I am like Bernice son
Thought he had the juice hole in his top he like capri sun
Craig pop dead lock
Usain Bolt couldn't outrun these red dots
If you really want a nigga to suffer
Fuck a headshot hit him in his heart
Have him grabbin'
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
Them hoes be fallin' out
If you Chevy revvin' clean
Then she should put in work
If your swagga really clean
Then she should put in work
If your sneakers
thangs on your dome
Hittin up my enemies, mad doggin em with a heart full of stone
Blam blam! Kickin yo' door down, throw down, dirty and low down
It's
to superglue it
I've been moving smart while niggas been moving stupid
Don't gamble with your life, if you try me you're gonna lose it
Can't let em take me out
the devil is busy (busy)
Had some people beside me ain't with me (with me)
I admit that I'm gon' do this music up until the Lord come and get me (real talk)
chill, thug livin' pay the bills, I'm dyin' violently
Closed caskets, expose bastards, I leave 'em bloody
Deloris Tucker, don't let your kids
Hear
house nigga
This is where I do it at
You gotta problem with that
Yeah big dog nigga
If you ain't a big dog stay on the porch nigga
Dog house
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
your riches
From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die
Rolling with niggas from Long
Beach to Long Isl'
I hardly smile cause my heart froze
Once I commence my
nigga
This is where I do it at
You got a problem with that
Yeah big dog nigga if you ain't a big dog
Stay on the porch nigga dog house or nothing
Dog
one of me.
Now the immature imitations taken from originations;
Made by tracin', and a little arrangin'.
So perform, if ya still ain't warm; maybe
man
Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have
i'm a motherfucker
Don't got my paper pull up wit' a pencil
Aim it at yo' jaw and it fuck up your dental
If you ain't dead from that one shot to yo
fingas up
We hollerin SQAD UP nigga! SQAAAD UP!
You got a problem - tell 'em meat me by mine
You know the heat be by my nuts nigga
Man we can knuckle up
midgets
My digits are calling you out
Make a bar out of your life then invite you to come drink as I pour out my heart
If the ready for war then let’s go
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