Lyrics:
sorta itinerary
Improvisation daily
First things first before we leave
Handle business then hit the streets
Hell ya thats a 20 ball b****
Get them sorry
on that
(Yo) Yo, Deqwan got bored in his arm real quick
Cah the boy tried to cover his tizzac
(Mars) Mars got cheffed by the W street
True say it was
You've got a secret ambition but you're surrounded by doubt
They don't believe in the vision and so they're drowning it out
And that's a pain that you work
7:35 I came to life and threw my pants on
And I searched for shoes to fit the groove to get my dance on to
Take a ride into town down on main street
the A, I'mma need hoes by the busload
But only the freaks, they like women
That like thumbs in thei' butt hole I told you I'm cutthroat
(Don't judge,
me
You don't have to live your life my way
You took our bed and put it out in the street
You left me all over the highway
Hey baby
She said
I'm standing by the empty stream,
My life reflects in front of me.
I see it passing out of reach,
I'm grasping for it like a leech.
[Chorus]
Just
F/ Sen Dog
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say
machine
She is talking much too loud
Excited by the sound
They are screaming, buzzing hard
Open road, super car
What they need is some speed
105 is
the losers up.
While the winners write the history books defeated die poor
More bereft of life than an old jackson pollack painting
Cold and alone, dead
nothing to do
Alone in a corner of a room with a knife
Better ways out than taking your life
Home's not so bad don't need to run
Come join our
life
Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife
Dropped out of school and I didn't finish
Runnin' the streets so hard, I ran down my
life to make hits
Black Fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But I'mma ride, this beat like girls
chokes me today
more than it ever has before
i'm nervous to feel deserved
by these street signs anymore
are you
going to
be waiting up when i get
fall by the wayside
[Chorus]
But not it's
Left right, left right
Orders are givin don't step out of lin
Left right, left right
Face front to attention
by a truck
And I will remain to dance upon your grave
Oh, look, can't you see how much your death means to me
Please won't you play in a busy street
Pretty girl on the west-side
Turn it on in the street
Darling, you got the world at the feet
Are you watching, watching me?
Pretty girl
straight from the doctor
A young rich nigga, you know that I'm whippin' it
Sippin' on lean it came with prescription
Real street nigga, pull up
Nothing more than strangers
Passing by out on the street
Memories are fading though
It's only been a week
All the little things are gone
The things
Bring life to me
As my colors bleed
When I wait too long after months of rain
You don’t have to speak
Of this tragedy
When I thought that things
opps that died
Inspired by Shakespearean lore
Investigate the streets, power taken from the poor
Born and raised from the north of 514
In many ways,
all the same, that's what I'm pursing
If I don't walk by sight then I know life ain't something I can ruin
Came up out the city where they screaming
What would you do for a couple of dollars?
When yo lights out, baby need diapers, gotta feed yo toddler?
They care more 'bout the shelf life of they
Treading through the twilight
on my own
That ain't no way to live life
Out of control
Spit on , beat on , fucked and abused
Pressure feel it
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