Lyrics:
You see I smash on you pussies and creep with the thugs
I got a T-shirt that say "Weed is not drugs"
I got a tight spot that sits by the sea
Three
she's staying down the street with two dead beat
That don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
And I'm willing to bet
My last
the street with two dead beat
that don't treat her right with two bad ass kids
Guilt and Regret
and I'm willing to bet
my last album (that?) she's
I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world
no matter center stage or the street
[Chorus X2]
[Celph Titled]
Yo, first off let me say fuck you and fuck dead homies
You got beef with me you got
ever think about where your
Life goin' take you? ain't you grateful to be alive
Or you want to die 'cause life hates you, don't let it take you
paces then draw
What's left is a muthafucka dead in the alley
Ice Cube is the shit on the grand finale
Yea, yea, that was funky but we need
made without a cleaning hoe
No freestyle but this joint is a freebie yo
I dead mic's no CB4, I'm dead nice
You meanies Joe, where do all the heroes go
(Mason)
Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause
Love you questioning
Hate is evident
People who never voted betray you for dead presidents
Some wear two faces: friend and enemy
And gain nothing
around, y'all, ayy
All of my demons are here, all I can feel is fear
All I can do is keep being myself and that's what I been doing for thirty-two years
the novelist
Still with the drama, I say not to model us
I just be grateful, ain't always a follow up
Everything piling up
They just be blaming on me cause they
bluffing nah fuck it thanks for nothing
Head coach let's play
Giving a pass to the backstage
Two chains blue Jays cava the sauce at my age
Stick up
through a Hawthorne Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me, it's never any fun
They say they already have a pussy, they don't need
Look, it go one, two, three (turn it up!)
The Devil's after me (little louder!)
Four, five, six
She's always throwin' sticks (yeah!)
Seven,
when the money you got is dead wrong
It's royalties from biting Kardinal's song
You know you ghetto when you thinkin you a star
And you're waiting in
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
at least two hundred years
To stop the rush of blood
But even now, they march the streets
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police
Will
we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm
at least two hundred years
To stop the rush of blood
But even now, they march the streets
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police
Will
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
Cause I had the time 2
God did why didn’t you?
The beats get ran through like a track too
This is track 2
Attract to bitches with big bags & bags
at the mall
Working on my album, it'll be out by Fall
Go extra hard on the beat, kick back with my peeps
The indica makes me go to sleep
Blackout 'cause you
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