Lyrics:
straight jack and shit
Grab you by the niggas, stick that blade inside your shit
Niggas missing pets, I got some traps inside my crib
Bitch I'm getting
tried her best with me
I was hard to raise
I had to let the stick burn
I ain't talking sage
Graduated in the street
I passed with As
Call me Hmp
I got
on these labels
Tryna stick it in my anal (What the fuck?)
So I fuck these girls
Cause they're rear-ended (Buh)
I said motherfuck the world
'cause it's
bro in a cell and he might die alone
I know for his birthday he rather be home
The price of a mistake
Everything he spent time on now gone
I saw me
need a Ted
Seventeen was doin the dash
F on the sheet I wasn't in class
Money on drugs I'm out on my last
Ran up eleven to get in my bag
Shep my dawg
on by a thread
I might be better off dead
I need you back in my bed
I need you out of my head
(I need you back in my bed)
(I need you)
(I need you)
fight but baby I don't play with pussy
Why these bitches hate my guts like my name was Nussie
Hoe it aint no striking out
I am not a rookie
I'ma stick
efforts
But we all judge a man by different measures Seeking different treasures
In this dark web of different pleasures
The master level can be
Everyone told me
Not to stroll on that beach
Said seagulls gonna come
Poke me in the coconut
And they did
And they did
Had me goin' like
Nothing I
the morning with her on my mind
Took to find it out all night I been cryin'
But I believe a woman's a man's best friend
I'm gonna stick by hr till the very
sense to me, again
Gravity ' pulls the world away
Up is down - off balance
I've been singled out by science
In suspense, what's the sense in choosing
the same amount of ears as eyes
Up out that cage but handcuffed to my ways
I go to write hits but the life shit jump off the page
Aint it obvious by how
Give you all that you want from me
I woke up sweaty in bed
Almost forgot that
I'm haunted by the boogieman
Oh what a fuckhead
I tried to bust it
life was difficult
Figuring out
Who was really who
These birds got the biggest mouths
Talking like they bout it but knew damn sure they wouldn't stick
last night
I feel like I'm gonna burst, woke up in a hearse
Murdered out my heart, I don't feel like I deserve
Any love anymore, any praise by the door
thought it would've been a wake up call by now
But I guess there's always something new you have to find out for yourself
so many lessons have been
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
goodness gracious, oh golly gee wolly
I'm good googa booga good golly Miss Molly
I use a loaf of bread a pint of milk a stick of butter
to keep my weight up,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
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