Lyrics:
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
and chunk the duece up
These 84s would make a hatta put his shoes up
And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up [x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in
key and a pound
Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys
Flea
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never
and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
and my mama and me
The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready to go
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
One day I'm coolin chillin smoking at my crib when
Two of my girlfriends said they pulling up with liq
Three hours later did my make up guess we
See the devil trying to scratch me off the surface
I'm standing tall as the backbone of my family can't be shaken by the haters gravity
In these times
down by number three
So when I miss a step, there’s no disrespect, I’ll take the over lemme make a bet
There’s ten things I know you hate, but I know
outside?
What is there for you I can buy?
If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrall
These words with letters ten feet tall
outside?
What is there for you I can buy?
If you wanted the world I'd surround it with a wall I'd scrall
These words with letters ten feet tall
damn near ten feet tall
Here she comes Lord help us all
Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so
got beef
It's about to be a X for nigga tryin' to hit a ho with that bare meat
In the streets it's known that we got em' anything can happen
I'ma make
to scream
As she mumbles we aren't alone, the devil is quite real
I feel a presence with us now, a wound that won't heal
She starts to say something but
to play music for a sold out crowd
Bitches, money fame they say i had it all
6 foot 1 i walked around like i was
10 feet tall did you see me shine
Where
been three months I'm finna cop a white cat and give it green
Guts I come creepin' through your bushes, make you Freeze up,
The last thing the niggas
farm my weed I'm cultivating
I roll one, light one, puff one Ganja
Nice one, Tall one, sativa, Ganja
Me holla, Kronic Walters, Ganja
Make we share one
will crack yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall
Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
make no stops
No cars, or bars, or traffic cops
(Attention)
(Last stop Crooked Road)
(Reminder no food or beverages permitted within 100 feet
will be different then
The sun will rise from here
Then I'll be ten feet tall
And you'll be nothing at all
Hard truth soldier radio
Brothers and sisters, this is not a test
I've been asked by Public Enemy
Leader Chuck D to make this emergency
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
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