Lyrics:
nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a bitch
always want to settle arguments
Before things get out of hand
But I always feel like people are always
Going to just shift the blame on me
It's terrible
Oh man, you've gotta watch where you're stepping around here
Yeah I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Connway Twitty
Don't know
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
bones
Most my niggas got college degrees
Some overseas
But left the fam feel the breeze, it's 10 degrees
Now I apologize if this message gets you down
CC
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
Okay so now we get into it
October I move us in
I was
nothing I'm past loving a fake
I've been broken by you, you broke me
Left a bone, you tried to control me
Call my phone and hope that I'm lonely
I'm not
it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my fist
I'm
yeah
See, all I know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night 'til my feet go numb
Blowin' mo' weed than Cheech & Chong
Livin' by
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
the game
As soon as I get out, it keeps pullin' me back, man (pullin' me back, man)
Got me doin' dirty dirt, so used to this hustlin' money
That I don't
the game
As soon as I get out, it keeps pullin' me back, man (pullin' me back, man)
Got me doin' dirty dirt; so used to this hustlin' money
That I don't
the game
As soon as I get out, it keeps pullin' me back, man (pullin' me back, man)
Got me doin' dirty dirt, so used to this hustlin' money
That I don't
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
here..
[Jay-Z]
check it
check check
check it out now
Ayo brothers get bagged and borrowed
still feel sorrow when Jay-Z like zorrow
gettin that ass better
with nothing
Execution
Your body left to die
Broken, beaten, left out
Your world is done
Can't turn away from here
Pieces of hope so long
A moment
You gon' see all of my bones and that's a promise
I need to let some voices out it's getting crowded up in here
My limbic system getting sicker by
Chrous:
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft, uh-huh.
Step, step, step, step, step off
Because
got it’s not. we can crack em open like pumpkins reach down an pull they guts out from out of they stomachs.
CHORUS
They say
Give it to me give
finally got these niggas up out of my business
Death has severed all my friendships, it's been hell ever since I've been here
All these fake niggas come
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
face.
But afraid, we may our home to waste.
There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around singing
afraid we may lay our home to waste
There's a fear down here we can't forget
Hasn't got a name just yet
Always awake, always around
Singing ashes,
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
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