Lyrics:
I put my pain in the bottle I mix it with sprite and I hope it resolve 'em
See I'ma be honest I'm nothing but honest got so many problems shit look
Time keeps ticking by and I keep getting older
I sometimes wonder what the hell all this is worth
I want to go back and get a rebirth
I wonder if I can
conscientious lemmons
So contentiousness lessens
Strugglin to get the key in the locked door of mah shadow cloaked lair
Out of which I must leave to save those in
Intro: “Yo, NY…let the beat bang! Okay…yeah, there we go!”
Mansa Musa
I won’t stop
Un-til I move ya
Get out the waaay!
You just lost
You’re a loser!
why
I keep growin' up to go to school, and that's a fact
Getting a job from the school, loan pay 'em back
Then you get a car to make it to the job
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
the basement
Where the lemonade at, mix with the margarita
Rubber-band all the gift cards and the visas
Top of the ménage, yes I am your leader
My crew glow up,
never hesitate to get cake
Light smoke Listening to Sade
I was really wit the bro on the road shovel snow counting money by the fireplace
Little nigga
close, make it close)
Then you take a little smoke (Yeah, my lungs getting choked)
Wait a sec I need a drink (Give it ice on the rocks)
Go away, I need
A long tailed cat sitting by the old rocking chair
Now he don't realize that there's a danger there
But he don't care no rock 'n' roll chair is gonna
I overstand, like I'm older
All my life, is leadin up to the moment
So I comply to rock the mic when I hold it
They tryna play with me, but they
the homies fightin' homies and the pistols on parolees
Grimey where I'm from, it get mainey that's fosholy
Gotta keep it on me, I ain't never by my lonely
I
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
come and go
Usually by the edge of the dock
That's just livin', that's just livin'
That's just livin' life on a rock, yea
Oh, I love livin', I love
I'm throwed and I'm cold
Man, I mix the new with the old, come on
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do it,
hit up with that beam
I put points up, I put points up like Kareem
Shawty don't you know that I get money by myself
(Yeah)
I been stunting by myself
(By
right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm gonna get
mix JD with coca cola
There's no need for me hold up
Better pay me if I show up
Get surprised they see me glow up
Everyday I'm getting older
Mero mutu
Only God can judge me, got me feelin' like I'm Tupac
Take off with this backwoods, stuff that bitch with moon rock
Ride with this ratchet and this
bestfriends tryna get a bag by the day
Brand new women Ima get em right away
I'm a boujee ass nigga I don't even tell em hey
She be acting fooley put the camera
on Rock, niggas get rocked
You get put to shame (Let's go)
Ima stay silent bout Kappa and Gio
Got a bad bitch and she speaking that Creole
I'm big dog but
of aggregation
You're called the people in
A life of demonstration
We've gotta change the
World before annihilation
I'm gonna get a rifle and I'm gonna get a gun
I
afterlife Yea yea yea afterlife Yea yea yea
In the night when my demons finna Fight When I get sad I mix the syrup With the sprite
Trapped in a cell in my
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