Lyrics:
His little brother always asking, "Where the heck is dad?"
Section-8
Yeah, he remember that
Pull out the gun in his pocket on the right side
Give me
some waited weeks
Cuz I lose focus that's A D D
Talking about me, must be pissed
Rub dirt on ma name can't touch the kid
Don't even chat no more
Since
You think you're saved just because of one prayer or one baptism
Psh, cease the talk, that means nothing (Nothing) 'less you walk
What's the point
Someone touch my body 잠을 깨우고
짧은 대화를 나눠 out of my control
나쁘지는 않아 공기가 좀 탁해도
'Cause you're mine for only a little time
Baby, keep the mouth shut
than the DJ,
Tell her she should blow me like candles on ya B-Day,
Cause I've signed more lines then she's passed on the freeway,
More checks then you
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
without the saddle
Someone's gotta get me out of here
Yelling out Dear Diary
Oh what an irony, How can I be less insincere?
Yelling out Dear Diary
Feed me
Eyes wide open, can't you see
I had my first heels by the age of thirteen
Mom and dad tried to hide the boys
I swear that just made them want me more
a stretch
Like prehistoric Rex
Don't ask me to be your guest feature
More or less, your new song a foreplay like a tease before the sex
You need some more
on your phone
I got plenty of evidence that you're fake clear as we know
You're a scamming fuck to me Michael, calling you out by your name
Enemy The Rapper
man, shout out to my boy Oski
Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski
Let me tell 'em-
Hold up- hold up-
I said they gave my - twenty years
Man that wasn't even
cash nigga
[A.D.]
You want me to get crunk
You want me to pop the trunk
You want me to pull out thirty miles burn punk
Laying boys on they back, when I
usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry.
I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em
and I'm tryna catch a buzz,
Gotta light a candle before we can light up
Bed, bath, and beyond, Add a nice little touch to the weed scent
She touching me up,
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs.
Freedom WILL be defended...at
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
from the start?
(My little ride or die)
From the depths of the
Dark
Will you press when it's hard?
Will you bless me the chance?
I needed something more
back
To the way I was before
You shouldn't vote for me at all
I deserve to lose next fall
I wanna talk a little less and listen more
Talk a little
of it all, just me this fall
Just me last fall, I’m adjusting is all
Think I’ll risk this? I'm
Half-joined like meniscus
Thoughts and words measured out
rollin' out that movie
Hiss of Al-Lat
Call me a fuzzy bear
Looks a little bit like a guy
'cool me down this feeling'
He said about the Chevy cry
I'm like
barking
When you see the swamp, no trespassing
Rest it in a chest more time
But a headshot me like the most boy
Face get buss off case get buss off
Head
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
you a vet, can I get a sixteen?
What’s popping man? Let me hear something
Drop a bomb for the town nigga
(I don’t even have a ten or a twelve)
I’m out
wrong I put one in his coffee
If a nigga shoot at you, you know he gotta shoot at me
More then less, my mother used to warn me for the best
Said Mase,
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