Lyrics:
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
down the club, I need a ride home
She's like, I gotta leave, do you see me on your IG?
Or do you want my number? I said, Either's fine by me
I get
the tapes leak
There's goes the Politics
Now I'm clocking you
Versace shade watching you
Got that Good Hit
And I'm hooked by the things you do
I'm down wit it
the bag
Elevate my conscious I go and take a tab
I wanna go places, but my head is where I'm at
It's a bumpy road, you still gotta pay the cab
Wanna get
Ya name is up on my phone I know you got time for that
I know this place you down to go and yo you had time for that hey
It's time to pack I gotta
only
the thought of my Mum that saved me
I booked a cab back to the Main street look at the places this shit could take me
Week later got dropped by
Go go dancer - Dancing's all I want to do
Caged in a rage, the beat hits
I step into my 4 by 6 cell now
Ahh sho'nuff in the house as I elevate
I think that one day I would like to do
Something for them, for kids
In the inner cities, for them to have a
Place where they can go to and
Have not
the tapes leak
There's goes the Politics
Now I'm clocking you
Versace shade watching you
Got that Good Hit
And I'm hooked by the things you do
I'm down wit it
hop out the lab
I catch a flight like a cab
I’m landing right into cash
Verse 2
Yea we was on kornblum av
We never needed a pass
I do not talk
players
should all go back to the north
canada, new jersey, where ever they do that
blowing
II.
I abandon the old way when i first got to san diego.
I
Upset with me cus i want nice things it aint never been a secret i need some patek philip shit. i need a rolls with a deep tint i need to go out
-(...everything louder than everything else.)
- Yeah, can we have everything louder than everything else? Right.
No one sees the things you do
Because I stand
Go go
Dancer, Dancing's all I wanna do
Caged in a
Rage, the beat hits
I step into my 4 by 6 cell now
Ahh sho'nuff in the house as I elevate
But
a tissue to wipe your tears
And to gain some things
Some say the same
But damn, again some things don't change
What you want to do to me?
Your crew is
I don't do it for free
To go through me you gotta pay
I ain't a easy pass
You sound wack to me when you rap
Time gets called on Cassidy
to my place
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta
tell me why the world is so shady, baby
I wanna go to a world where I ain't gotta be a freak ho
Just, so I can be noticed by people
Please, tell me if
like my name kareem
Lil bro hot head head full of steam
Swear to God the cheque the only thing I need
Gotta pay for my time 'cause
You know it ain't free
the right foot, here we go...
One last question which is very important.
How does psychoanalysis do this?
(By probing the unconscious.)
What is
on repeat
I hate Coldplay
Hardest part of moving on
Is really letting go (taxis outside)
I know you gotta find someone but I don't wanna know
crumble to dust put lesser men in a stretcher
Greatness was the norm now we can't do with it
A wilted flower from the past passed by the new wicked
Being
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
done them wrong
Think it's time that I go grab a glass of Merlo
Until someone comes along
They say time takes away the pain and
All you gotta do is just
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