Lyrics:
Houdini
Been in the game, naw, I ain't new to this
Christopher Bridges, yea, I'm going Ludacris
Yea, I be dripping, I think I need mucinex
Think 'fore you
the old days
The bad ones and the best of 'em
This one's for Christopher, who I beat up over Jessica
This one's for Metra, Ms. Sharpe and the rest of 'em
I
said he's lookin' for a man
to move some old cars around
maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
Reach for your goal, say what you're told
Think that you know
See what you're shown, watch it get old
Watch, it gets old
Teach what you learn,
cornered by feds
I met a bitch inside the alleyway
Inside of my head
She said
Oh casxuls you're so faceless
I'm walking cross the street corner for head
Can you hear me
Snacks for the Revolution
Volume 2
This is long overdo
This song is 4 years old now
Somehow still relevant
I was angry when I
said hit the weed
It was me and Darius everyday I'm glad that nigga free
We don't never speak but know its love this one all for you
I was Daisha first I
robbery
Ain't worse than being pestered by this type of person
Tryhard children still throw tantrums
On their mattresses in their mansions
And pay attention
bricks, buy a crib for your mama
One too many enemies, they all for the drama
Count your money by the millions, way too many commas
All white Drophead,
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Yeah
Well, maybe we got lost in translation
Maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece
'Til we tore it all up
Running scared, I
Polaroids or the Flash cuz I'm too fast for my own demise
Move with the wind and the tides
Old hoopti, Forest Green
Peanut Butter inside but the music is
back this project for so long it might not hit the same
Sike nigga I lied it's still gon hit the same
Tyson coming out of retirement, It's still gon hit
problems, too much ballin' (damn)
I took seven million and buried it out there by the water (yeah, yeah)
Mob meeting, I'm smokin' kush and drinkin' coffee
I'm for sure
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah hold it down be my queen
What if I told you that I want you girl and I hate when we spend so much this time appart
the lies and their confusion
This tangled web my attitude and all of it's pollution
Too late to say I'm sorry my pride is hard to swallow
I swear I mean it
So fucking high (high)
And still got drugs on me
Look me in the eye (eye)
You know I'm big homie
She got a cross tatted on her neck but she ain't
and that's no lie that's on my homies
I want homes for all my bros that's why I'm gone until the mornin
I told moms you way too old to work for dough just
Now special request to all tourist
Whether you live inna Canada, America
Or you live inna forrest
This is Apache, and I no come and miss
For mi seh,
to this track man, that's why I shine
The hottest on the block, that's no shock
Got them all cross, I'm up in the spot
Living this life, like I'm living it
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
shit up make it bounce
Smoke this dope up by the pound
None of these lyrics written down
V10 whip it's way too loud
Big old racks they on me now
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