Lyrics:
The fat is in the fire, a fryer made of chicken wire
Gettin' sick and tired of a friggin' liar
Pelican, with some very soft mangoes
A closet full
been the same man
Dealing with different circumstances trying to maintain
Police come harassing and you get mad
Then your whole life could change
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
your left hand and say man hold up (Man hold up)
Boys in the front blowing up (Up)
With the fat stacks in the club that's us (Man that's us)
My boys got
the hustlers posted
Bottom line
You cross the line I'll show you encroachment
Just seen the man that had that golden voice asking 4 some coins
Uh
Thought by now
foot
Roberto got the boot; it weren't golden
Eff that circle; moaned like myrtle
Cats who I rolled with, now I don't know them
Don't know them; phoneline
nothing lying dope
I wanna Harvest some crops
Top it off with a hotpot
And just chill under the Moon
By my side my old guard dog
Shit, man
I wanna see it
Walking through my city feels 2 great
Miss the days being young playing 2K
If We ain't friends yet, then it's 2 late
Girl I can't be your man before
You love me because I look foreign
Busting in without warning
All of the pieces are falling
Fade away
Calling me out
I ain't phased though
By all
As I descended with the Dogs Blood Rising, so then I ascended to the Thunder Perfect Mind. Great grey bloodspeckled slabs of slate have fallen - this
about the man who makes amends.
With eyes that are open, my feelings are spoken.
It's time for the waters to break.
I know where I should be, and I'm
know
(At least that what they say)
They comin in with the same mentality every day!
People don't understand, man
But they think they can, then
They
Sail on silver wings, through this storm
What fortune love may bring,
Back to my arms again the love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears
gained by age
Astute observations
Alternate within the page
Arrange in a way that only I understand what I'm saying
The man with many faces
Who's known by
worry cause that's irrelevant
Since I took all the gifts
Went through 'em one by one, Vibrator, I can't get jiggy with this shit
Ice me out like Saweetie,
(What?)
Ayy, dropped out, no, I didn't graduate, man
Real hot girl shit, aah
Bitch, I'm with your man
Tryna see what the hit for
Post a new pic for
(Fuji)
My nigga Diamond was my partner and my first barber (man, that's your barber)
That nigga had me late night, studio with all the guala, guala
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
a righteous life with no invisible man
Reaching his giant arm down from heaven
To hold my retarded little hand
I bet it looks like footprints in the sand
Oh
space
Now walking through the empty bar
As if floating on the air
Comes a young and handsome man
With a head of golden hair
He slowly takes the fiddle
fond him down by the Pontchartrain
Where they cuffed his arms with a big iron chain
Orleans Parish Prison won't you free me green eyed son?
I heard
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night
I snatch your girl 'cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus ya don't stay in the studio long
to the man with a blicky?
(Uh, uh)
Brook on snow when the base is swimmin'
FaceTime in the bando, chillin’
They show me acrylics (Huh)
Pot too hot, can’t touch
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