Lyrics:
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
While civil rights workers were beaten, they just stood by
3 civil rights workers, 2 black and 1 white
Arrested in Philadelphia, Mississippi one night
we moved shop down there by Lehman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
Yeah n****
of the championship. Three all; best of seven. Here we go.
This is their eighth meeting over the past two years, with Williams winning five of their last eight
BET YOUR READYYYYY
Ready here we come
Measure 54
Go wild!
Measure 62
And now we've launched into space ties to the past they are unmooring
As shooting
feeling Aston Martin lately
I've been looking for properties right outside of Tampa
Probably take my bitch to go see Brady
Never thought we'd persevere but
night
Pick a card before you go
It's a long trip to Mexico
Eliza wait by the door
I can't stay here anymore, no, no
Then she took a pill
She
All that money gettin boy you
Know they gone ask
I ain't finna play, put the .40 on ya ass
In a Audi thing, two-forty on the dash
Ya girlfriend know
not
Feel like this minimum wage is contagious
So outrageous my age is on my mind
Walking to work and I go blind
Sippin' on that Koolaid, gettin' big wig
is blind
These niggas want life
I’m feelin for death
I wanna go home
Don’t wanna go back
You breakin me down
You threw me away
I can’t love again
I
no
You left me behind with a blind fold, told me close my eyes but I won't go
Go hit up Troni yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Go hit the Troni whoa whoa whoa
Here I am being me I'm just full of sin
Feeling like I cannot contain the best within
With you by my side I feel I can do anything
With you by my
Never would be based around mops now I'm on
Yeah, she know, love me 'cause my ego
Girls and the drugs always follow us where we go
Ayy, where the Bay
to be
Is left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me
No, no, no (ahh)
I'm so tired, it's been so long, struggling, hopelessly
Seven and forty
Afghanistan and Iraq
Warfare with a mic cord
I fight for the little man like flyweight
I'm 5'4"
My rhyme book belong in a psyche ward
My minds eye
Photographic
watch I let this thang go
Why the pussy niggas playing with my name for
Probably cause we dropping dick off in the same hoe
I’m from that wild Wild West
I want you bad
I gotta have you
I want you bad
I gotta have you
She is 5'4 brown Skin with some full lips
Keeps her self up, not with the bullshit
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
on niggas, no
Now beam me up, Scotty
You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
With "Stop snitchin" written on a note by her body
I picked up your ho
I too da stress
But I no want carry last
Nah mi be the first
A da strive a da try not to carry last
Destiny go speak for me
Nah by grace men I steady
if I'm caught by you and wake up in the deep sea
When I turn the page it's like an earthquake
When I turn the page it's like an earthquake
When I turn
take my supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in
The morning at three
Rain gonna come but
The dark side of my mind gets darker all the time
So I stumble through the dark blind,
afraid of what I’ll find.
She done crossed the line, he done
to the hills?
I asked to go to your house last year and we've been distant since this
I've been building my own census
Words I planned across in heat
Yet I
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