Lyrics:
Stranded never thought I'd miss home
Surrounded by stuck up fucking losers i don't know
So much on my mind that I'm shaking going numb
Working hard
shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was hurtin' 'em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short with cheese I
(Chorus)
Poppin my collar momma there go that-man, he relaxed in the back on that af-ghan, ready to put the city on the map, but it ain't no throwin
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
smoked up by the doorway (blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?
songs to remember me
Oh yeah, I set the vibe
I'm coming for mine, you should know that I'm coming for mine
I done had this shit on my mind
For a real real
shit to you
But that's how much they are
So they're gonna use this shit just to get by
Is gold, diamonds helpin' ya?
Don't you like my bandana?
My
"don't shoot" I said "boom"
Finally I killed you
A slave of my kindness, people took it for granted
I hate this, I hate that I got killed by myself
But I
happening
(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
the world by the balls
Got no hamsters in my head
No monkeys on my back
No chains and shackles to hold me down
I wanna laugh, I wanna cry
I'm alive
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
the rental
Frontin yo' back out, I leave you with yo' wack ass out
Rhymin in Lees, with boots on and Dungarees
Hosin yo' sneakers, you smell like shit by
an autograph? (Uh-huh)
And he was like if the graph is auto it should be done by now
Like what the fuck does that even mean? (I don't know man)
Yow! Uh! I'm
free when I unlatch
You can watch me flying by the wayside
On the 101 freeway
It's all good cause I'm relaxed
All these monkeys are on my back
We'll
the mob, all black on these tough as kicks
On my soul, I'm short, get tall on a bitch
Got her fingers in my dreads when I beat her back in
Know some pussy
the floss aye (where is it)
Niggas thing I changed
People always change a lot aye
(they do though)
Now she go by Kate back then she was Katé
Back thеn she
Grace oh
Anything you are is by Grace of God
Monkey the work Baboon the chop for Nigeria
Dress like a manager work year round you no go see cash
If
Doing good by myself now you wanna be cool
Snakes ain't my company bitch I'm bouta make moves
Smoke loud and proud keep the folks mad
Bitch you needa
drivin' you crazy
Put my style (Put your style)
Monkey charm (Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild (Drive you wild)
I grab the mic
ran up ten
A month went by
They asking for dubs again
Boss ass nigga
Ion need to recruit
Monkey see monkey do
Like George & Boots
Say cheese like
that ass
[Drayz]
Chiggedy-check the one two-er, bringing it from the sewer to the land
Cross the burning sand, biggedy-back to business with my
on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release
Now bring it out
Like a finger in the back of your mouth
Cherubs and cerebellum, Tara at Sarah's wedding
Sam marrying Sam
Band pushed upon
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