Lyrics:
written for the people by yours truly
I seen niggas come under me and
Blow up and I'm still jealous
So this year I'm stayin'
Prepared like meal preppin'
Chevy, cop heavy
I got Fetty too
Mos Def it was Common
I Chubb Rocked heavy jewels
I'm about the Dead Prez, Half a mil to a mil
Push the wheels through
don't get said in my dreams
Don't need no shoulders to lean
Still I feel far too clean
My baby's beauty explodes
My wounded conscience unloads
I go where
Born like everyone with a slate as clean
Baby grew into a boy and started building steam
Boy learned how to blow it off in a dangerous kind of way
and the moon bring night
When you standin' the middle nigga balanced life
New day only blow loud, touche
Issa in the cut smoking blunts rolling doobies
Clean
state that the Roots from
Same hate as Jena Six
Swing from a noose hung
My discussion nothing short of disgusting
Accordingly snuff em then I'm in
If you come up short then I guess I failed
You realize I'm just learning too
Just a young man wearing an old man's shoes
Time goes by and people
on niggas (twice on niggas)
Grind hard, clean up nice, call me Lysol, niggas (yup)
Talk slick, we blow your groove back (grrah, groove back)
Windows up,
just singin my song
driiiiivin down the freeway
life already fast so i'm movin along
driiiivin down the freeway
blowin my smoke all by myself, just
Fuck around it might be yours
Make a quick detour so be sure
Don't talk to no bitches and
Try to creep off
They'll blow your head clean off
This is
Written by: Joseph Deeb
So much for clean sheets and a good week
We?ve got these rosy cheeks, loving words to speak
CHORUS
Baby, should I
of lemons, spurred by the women
Just a part of yo livin'
And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it
I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't
Always gonna get bloodied up
Mhm, and now this runner-up is
'bout to run it up
Too bad, y'all niggas runners-up
Niggas drunk the Kool-Aid
But it's too late
of scenery?
Instead of going through the motions like machinery?
I think it's time to change the oil in the motor
Instead of living by the same old rota
I look great
Looking Cam’ron when the cams on
Rest in peace if you got something to say
Dealt a bad hand, still came to play
I won’t fold, my game too
I'm that dread head, with a little scruff
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good
let off steam, fuck the scene
don't give a damn who keeps it clean
I don't feel love unless it bleeds
I don't want to mosh, I wanna stampede
Yeeahh,
Heroin, methamphetamines, alcohol and blow
The cops get called but they're also scared to go
To these concrete deserts where the killers run the show
Heroin, methamphetamines, alcohol and blow
The cops get called but they're also scared to go
To these concrete deserts where the killers run the show
Whips so clean they be posted at the green light
Aye this one too authentic, this little groove i finished
We make them moves y'all mimic, but keep them
I cant know if yeen told me nothin
Sayin you gon do this and that but aint even totin nothin
Pulled up by myself and beat the mane, all of his homies
my friend
A light so bright it’ll wash you clean, from the dirt on your hands and feet
You’ve been in the dark, far too long, so why don’t you come out
and the moon bring night
When you standin' the middle nigga balanced life
New day only blow loud, touche
Issa in the cut smoking blunts rolling doobies
Clean
and the moon bring night
When you standin' the middle nigga balanced life
New day only blow loud, touche
Issa in the cut smoking blunts rolling doobies
Clean
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