Lyrics:
deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web
And I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed
And devoured completely
And it hurts my soul
I'm dreaming of a life and bringing it to fruition
Don't wanna hear my proposition
Got everything that I'm wishing
Out of nowhere like magicians
They're
feel me
I gotta keep that glock on me, can't lil Tim me
Please stay by my side
Just tell me you love me if you not ready to die
If you my brother then I
Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Tim Tebow to Jesus Christ
Can’t win by myself but with your help I might
(Ten) Tim Tebow (Nine) to Jesus Christ (Eight)
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
coco
Smokin' dope from my crop grower
The block know us, kush got a funky sock odor
How could you not notice? I
Come from that rock culture (Rock)
Star
he dissed you
Can you believe the nerve of this dude?
Cause of your memory I won't bring in the pistols
But he got issues enough of that lame
I
(walking away)
Every chance that we had and messed up (walking away)
All the times it got away from us
(Walking away)
Away, I'm not gonna wait (walking
bout this paper ain't no time to be sitting behind bars
[Chorus:]
I got to get away but fuck that never let a nigga' take me out of my zone
If he
in my class then
But then I got booked which
Equaled up to my absence
That was an addition to your buzz but
Now I'm bout to subtract it
So simplifying
that Hades would
Got the power, got the powers strapped on
Me like Hades would
It was Gothmann by himself
And some dark clouds
With the Glock I'm a wolf
long as nobody get hurt
It keep your average citizen on point and alert
And don't forget to check her d-cup
Now I bust how he got this duck for his
was deceived by the wrapping
Got caught in your web, and I learned how to bleed
I was prey in your bed and devoured completely
Oh, and it hurts my
'cause I've got 9 in the 2
And you think that you're hard
Know that you couldn't walk a yard
Much less a mile in my shoe
Most of the mandem shot 'Caine
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
I'm one call away
This pocket rocket hold 13 no Friday
Balling just like Tim, I do the harder way
We could do it easy, or the hard way
Just like Jay
orion got a belt but I'm finding that I can't pay
For a table so I have space,
Constellation consolation prize is that I lose face,
So no way I will cave,
..individually, we go our separate ways
to get our haircuts and mustaches trimmed
Rockin a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks
with my boots that I nickname Tim
don't wanna waste away now
Got no place to stay, I'm online
Got no way out gonna give me a heart attack
What do I say now? Dear God, I pray now
Got no way
my nigga, that's them
This street ball, I could play up all the rim in a pair of Tims
You out here by yourself, it ain't no call, it ain't no ref
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
There's only one of me
No I ain't no Tim Hardaway
I produce, and rap, and sing and all that jazz like Cartier
And if these looks could kill, I'd fucking
most don't borrow
And if you smoke crack
Slick Rick
That's the motto
All I need is one mic
Yeah the custom model
If she ask just teller to
Holla and hit
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