Lyrics:
backwards she can’t be alone stay on somebody phone
Ass rappers tryna ride a wave and be somebody clone
Cash addict get my niggas paid and get my mom a home
work
And there's no end to it
There's not even a break
Bus ride home, I'm just another commoner
Embraced every night by the glow of my monitors
Can't
known by the whole world
Dreaming bout the money babe, the money babe
Got too many bills to pay, bills to pay
There ain’t no room babe for you baby
Oh you
Promised my momma, not Johnathon Stockton
Cuz coming up short not a probable option
Rarely cocky but kind of dramatic
No aides or assistance my Johnson is
My mother beggin' me to come home
It's been a while since I slept sober
Nowadays I just wanna be alone
It's been a while since my mouth is sober
They
loved for what you not
So the thing you have to do, is tell these motherfuckers, who you are
I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckwick!
Fifth Ward
to keep it real and
Get ya Dollar Dollar bills
So there it is
Now the whole world know how hard
It is to pimp these bitches
Keep 'em all under one umbrella
God damn, now lick my balls, oh shit
You like that?
Put 'em off
Is it good?
Ouch, shit, godamn bitch you bit' my damn
Shit I said suck
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
that could give you whiplash
We said, "Hello," and my heart beat stopped
She was the world and I was on top
Time went by, she filled my universe
We
that could give you whiplash
We said, "Hello," and my heart beat stopped
She was the world and I was on top
Time went by, she filled my universe
We
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
slim world dim from the lens
Money got rinsed
Now no fold in the bills
Time stand still when ya dreaming bouta mill
Dispersing from the real
Reeling from
to hold as I cry
I'm thinking about suicide
It's not like I didn't try
But I got lost in the night
I feel that pain in my chest
Is it ok when I rest?
Just
life issues, so I can no longer hold my silence, been having to cry since
Holding back my feelings to not be called revolutionary, but this is very
been the same
And my production selection is still flame
But they love you on the
Come up 'cause you ain't
Tainted by fame And you
Still they little
these bills the world has sent to meeeee yeeeah
I'm not gonna change style I've payed my dues
The groove was brewed the rent is due tired of holding back
to ride with my skill
I'm driving, don't ride with the steel
I be vibing, not high off a pill
Never dying to kill
Down on my luck and behind on the bills
We
and connection
Not war and possessions
When I look in your eyes I see possibility of humanity's dream
All that is was or will ever be is-unfolding right now before
even know his pops
And the cyclical nature of doing time continues
My worst fear is one day that you come home from school and see your
Father face
trip
Tired of seeing pictures with the fish lips
Swinging by the bitches on my hit list
Looking at the world, I’m a get this
You got no money in pocket,
behind
Living my life, but never can find
Who am I now? Where is my home
Paying my bill, but no calls to my phone
Walking the blocks, seeing the cops
joined, by severing the bond of kinship, and not being good to
Their relatives, and work mischief in the land, on them is the curse
They will be far away
gave me a lot to think about. By the time I got off that tour and luckily went back to my day job, my bills were all pilling up! I couldn't keep up?my
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