Lyrics:
actin'
Make me just wanna shoot at niggas
Go back to my roots on niggas
A S.K. and a (?)
Leave your crib one day without choppers, you gon' be dead,
looking so good I can't pass it up
Looking fly when you walking by
With ass so fat that I had to touch
Give it to you till you had enough
Throw it deep
ain't got no stamina
They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
Besides I put money on your skull
thoughts, it's adios
Finito, I get new jerseys like I was a guido
The ego
Gotta be vetoed if you want a free throw
D'Evils, stay with the scripture
What your
Say what you want to say
But, motherfucker, I'm still Flosja, dude
Fake all
Fucking with the boy, get your face cut
Then I ride by with your bitch, she
blood pressure up
I took two hoes on a date, doubled up
Before we go eat, they just wanna get fucked
Pyrex man, yeah, you know my handle
Play with
on the way to the rim
How he got drip and he can't even swim
Since you been gone I done turned into Him
Now they wanna get like him
Now she wanna get with him
God will control that
Every time we slip and we fall
Gotta get back up and fight on
We are not defined by our past
The future look bright
I see
clarity
Will push you out of hell
And your confidence will benefit
If you ain't by yourself
All these lonely thoughts
They bottle up
But I hope you get help
you ain't from the 5280 get caught of guard
I be rollin' with choppers we come for the bag
Putting Denver on maps and that's on god
I don't wanna
Yeah
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I
a whole lotta
Things I just wanna get off my chest
And I hope you can relate so that we can be friends
But that's a whole different thing I been
outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We 'bout to place you in that three feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter
When you left I lost a part of me
It feels so hard to believe
Come back baby because we belong together
Who else am I gone lean
On when times get
Whoa, yeah, yeah
When you doing you, and you real fly with it
It's like niggas always wanna check you, know what I'm saying?
Always wanna make sure
ain't chilling in myrtle beach
But still I'm making all of these waves
Don't catch no breaks get no sleep
But bitch you know im getting paid
I'm feeling
Freeze your face like bosilium toxin
If you ain't tryin' to get popped, then give me a option
Helicopters choppin' from Philly to Compton
The Jones is
with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best
and ask 'em to buy it
Why should I support music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
With
pay your rent
Lemme take it way back to the date I mentioned
I don't know what happened I just know there was some little tension
If you don't get it
man shawty, leave him at home
'Cause baby, I'ma dog and I'm just tryna bone
Say you got man shawty, leave him at home (Jones)
Uh, yea (RTT)
Miss me with
for it all down at the grand Ole Opry
You can go walkin' through the Hall of Fame
And one by one, remember the names
Willie Nelson, Jimmy Rodgers,
And an authentic northern sheller
Everybody knows I’ve got bars by acre
Spit till am breathing like darth Vader
I am ya father
One with the force on point like laser
Beggars can't be choosers so i choose not to beg
Beat the puzzle 'fore the problems stacked up to my neck
Tried to drown my demons but they get back
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