Lyrics:
Stayed up til three and now I wish I hadn't
(Regrets are meant to be made)
As I'm learning new things it's tough to keep them stagnant
But I'm hoping
honey then you ain't got bees
And if you ain't got no money I'm a still MC
Then empty L-O-V-E all over the track
Once you R-E-D then you never go back
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
my bitch, by her, you stank
'Til I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank (ha)
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip, them be my
trying to win
I'm living my story dirty, that's a life of sin
When the lights get dim, I sing it til the end
No, it really ain't over til the fat lady
don't need to be trifling
Doesn't matter, always pass it, like CP3
But love can be easily blinding and legally binding
No need for reminding
I'm ready for
brown liquor, that gon' keep me deady
And I'ma beat the fuckin' block til I'm good and ready
P.O. like, you gotta have a job, I'm like, I do already
I be
Yea yea
On that cj kincaide vodka water
Yea
This how we doing it
Yea yea
Let's go
Got my red cup, I'm fin to mix it Up
Mix it up
Got a fifth
And I don't wanna live if I'm living without you
The bottles by the bed
I've been drinking to drown you
I fucked around and got in my feelings
I've
Whattup?
I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit
Yeah
Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't
Gotta do this shit while im young, and ready,while im young and im ready, while im young and im young,young and im ready im the one, yea
Fighting
it's a bar it's not going anywhere
And then the hash kicked in proper
And the bright red bus was drained of all its colour
It was black and white
I don't know what forgiveness is
I'm a three-one-six
I'm a dirty, sick shit, drippin' venomous from my lips
But I'm ready, get steady
Ready, set, get
You want me to choose a favourite colour
There's no holding me down, go look around ya
There's too many to pick a favourite option
And I'm ready to get
of Camels
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
Every day we head hunting, red rumming
I can't keep it out my fucking mind
We wait 'til night time then we ride
Durk
whole truth, no
Undercover freak, I'm guilty
Check please, pay the cost
To be the boss, just bill me
I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin at yo
Draw in colour pen
Then a game of make pretend
Have you got a pet?
Mum won't let me yet
She says maybe when I'm ten
Tomorrow at three
See you by the tree
of the money-making committee
Heard them hating, they said that I'm dumb
But I ain't going nowhere, who're you kidding?
After my show, I got three hoes and I signed
censorship
I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago wins
'Til we blow like Chicago wind
I don't know what's better
Gettin' laid or gettin' paid
I just know when I'm
The colour in her cheeks
Was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup
To make her look that way
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks
What more can I
What up?
I'm ready to smash these niggas in the rap game
The niggas takin' too long with that advance money and shit
Yeah
Talkin' 'bout chill, chill
tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That's three muscles recertified
I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
I don't fuckz with you, cause I'm on my way
Eyes red I'm on the come up, blaze a pound a day
I don't fuckz with you, so get the fuck out my way
High
OK man are you ready to go?
I'm ready to go
Now come on now, crank this motherfucker up
Aha
Young Money
YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
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