Lyrics:
time off
Without this therapy I'd probably go and blow my mind off
What would you do when confronted with my brain hanging out
Probably run, and forget
time to leave the premises
This albums is incredible, less are arch-nemesis
I feel better 'cause I spoke my peace
Bout to cop a twine sack
your mind, or get lost in the time
They can chill with pom poms
We the cream of the crop
Tell the heathen drop dom when they speakin' to the god
Never
handling your obligations handily...
X2
Popping my new enhanced... I cut this game my art tho... Substance with intuitive got the world for the long route
that's a body
Just add it to the count we ain't blowing no stacks
She just chose up blow her mind with this strap
So in her heads where you'll find me
We
nothin' unbagged, shave everything
I learned from the O.G.'s to save everything (to save everything)
They come by one more time, they gon' hop out
They
to bring
Now its on your high as fuck this your brand new song
And your will strong you bet not hang around for too long
Go get some pussy dust the ashes off
They looked at me and said, "Queen's niggas don't play
Do your thing, I'll do mine, kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York
you look at me, I can see it in your eyes,
Nigga I'm not new.
I wasn't born yesterday so I know what time it is,
Ima make this money and pay my bills
you please just listen to
Me here right now?
Before you blow my candle out
‘Cause if I had a second time around
I would turn it all around
If I had
tellin' tales
Could sell you news stories but this crack still sells
Rule number one, never ghost the clientele (never)
Fiends linin' at my door, they
I’m the source of your comfort
[Chorus]
By the time we’re done
Let all that is left be you
Miles from the gun
Oh good grace consume this blue
It’s in
to go on a mission then we let their kids die in a boat that was sinking
thats the sobering wisdom that we ain't told in this system like September eleven
always on the grind so we grind out
Money on my mind that's what mine bout
I'm never hard to find you can find out
We do this all the time no time out
We
in New York
Sustained a steady fan base, but you still don't know me
Hold me in your highest regards, I'm your homie
I relate it's personal, nothing
Uh
Eight hours, it's time to hustle harder
I set the line for myself, now it's time to push it further
I'm working hard in this bitch, like I'm bout
cutter, so many features
niggaz sneaking up and blowing motherfuckers for their sneakers
I seen this kid cut police up, for real money creeped up
slid
on beats
I swear, you got to watch all your homies cos really my nigga, there aint no love in these Streets
I done seen too many niggas go by cos they
a dime
To your name, and the only way to gain is through crime?
Sometimes I used to pack, one time I got jacked by some sacs
But you know I got mine,
was so prohibitively expensive back then
That I thought I would never even get to play it
But instead I was the first kid on the block with the game
I
no piece of mind) and (I got no peace) on the four-square courts you gave me a fear of (I'm gonne blow your mind and) my skin, a desiring (I'm gonna
its time to pick up handle this shit (Let's get to cleaning)
I won't be quiet for another nigga ever again (Nah)
You can't respect my mind we can't be
And I think we'll blow up like dynamite
Come on girl, get with me, let's see the city
You can stop by, let me see them tig ol' bitties
We can stay in
the hair falling down
He blows it with a blowdryer and says, "There, now it's done"
I look in the mirror and see he's given me Princess Leia's bun
"This
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