Lyrics:
to date her
How fucked up is that
If you don't get it by now I'm talking about rap
Kool G fourth member of Fugees if you let me tell it
My old compositions
to black
I knew these bevs were never giving me the chance to relax
Heart's beating at one-forty so I'm crafting these raps
Cause if I can't write my
Hope you know I don't give a fuck, found what the problem is
Used to think I wasn't enough, now I just really
Hope you know it doesn't get better, how
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
much
Said girl I gotta have it
I can't get enough
Getting lost in your eyes
I'm telling no lies
Said girl I gotta have it
Have you by my side
I want your
all forgot what we're fighting for
A foolish prize we just can't ignore
Now it's consumption by design on the production line
We tally up the sums
and complaining
I just was in it for one thing
Told her this phone shit go both ways
Really had enough on my own plate
Was tryna get her to go both ways
I'm on my
I grab is some skins and a 4-0
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
Get myself some gin instead and then I stroll
But before I get out the door
((Mak))
Stepping out the bank they ain't have enough hunnids
I don't want no twenties
Y'all be fronting that ain't no money
Got a hard head can't
can't get into it (Oh no)
Me by myself for so long
I needed help no one called
(No one called, no one called)
You were right there, let me fall
(Let me
still sipping muddy
Drink leaving me clumsy
Did this all by myself i don't get lucky
So, Puff Puff pass that bitch
On my life you better not be no snitch
a medic
Tryna res-erect it, get it
But I can't get
Hard
No I can't get, nah
I got an issue with my willy, it isn't getting stiffy
Dealing with a flimsy
pain in my heart
Y'all shambled that
Karma ain't real that shit is cap
Bro died can't get em back
Lately I been on some sober shit
Feining tryna get life
Why the fuck you think i got my windows tinted like a limo?
Cause i can't be seen with no lil hoe
Oh and i keep a .40 by the waist side, uh
I told her
fuckin' glock
Got too many bands, need a suitcase
Na wanna talk, I carry them glocks
Carry out the 40
Lil' na dont know me
Imma get my money
Get
drinking a forty
Dead nice I'll be rapping til' I'm forty I'm twenty three
Fuck a bitch bout forty you fuck around get hit
By the forty stacking this paper
Honestly I been too tweaked,
Pop like forty pills last week,
They been talkin all that rara,
Ion hear cuz talk is cheap,
Runnin my commas,
Really
of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my
of the only ones who keep it 100
Probably why I think they all out to get me, you can't convince me
Large money and fame will plant seeds of envy
To make my
a Hit Play Parade
Get a .40 clip right to yo face okay
I got a lotta
Stunt like my fatha'
My whip look like it was made by NASA
No Futurama
Check got four
payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme
And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime
I ask is that you pray for me
You know we always payin' attention
Always out handlin' business
Niggas in they feelings
Certain shit can't be
go
Controlled by these ghost
We tryna make a lotta dough
If you try to stop us
Then you'll get burnt like some toast
Brass shells send you down below
I'm just tryna get myself some help
Self help
Had to go and get it by myself
A lot of niggas left
I'm just tryna get myself some help
Self help
Had
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