Lyrics:
the shoulder got a chip
You not equipped, better dip
Plead the 5th, same old shit
It's the kid, it's the boy
Tell me who in the city making more noise
I'll wait,
nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
You don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heater
I'll
the groupies are gone
Pimp juice by the two liter gone
I live on some other shit
Every week another bitch
Ain't drunk sex who you fuckin' wit?
Not me, I'm in
from old girl
She tint like black pearl
Basement on dab erl
Face this new sad world
New sound curled
Got me so bent up with the friend stuff
You
to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
passion
I live for this
Not the baguettes and the fame
Got signed having the answer then the question changed
Saying jump off don't sound right
Is
ha-ha, you got's to bring it (shine on)
Cause there's no hand outs and ain't a damn thang free
And if you don't know that by now, you will never know
You
hands on a million
It prolly wouldn't last, brand new S-Class
By the time you bought a house, you back on your ass
I'm on some Bill Gates shit, some
come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right
If you're wit us throw your guns up, what
the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low
dollar rent
Then you push your agenda, like you've ever felt struggle
You're parents got you everything, you live your life in a bubble
Who produces you
wit me I’m “stingy wit phones” my partner got ptsd and he can’t leave that “blicky alone” how it’s his fault if his mental ain’t right and them niggas
that you think
But the pride that you get from a Leopard mink
When you want it got to have it
You want something new
You want materials
You feel inferior
was only just around the block
To see the girl I got taken by the cops
Her mom was on the porch and didn't want me around
It's about that time I started
Loaded
Leave it up to my city to show you how to get
Loaded
Yeah, ain't no telling how it gets when the winnings got the whole block loaded
You take
Leggo
A different problem, different day
Woah, she ain't been the same Since she came from Miami bay
Leggo, Younging you can't do it by Yourself you gotta
brother keep a tool like he fixin' stuff
Why the fuck you even in the stu if you ain't mixin' stuff
I got a black and white bitch, I like switchin' up
You
bitch too bad
Gotta surrogate his kid, get two dads"
I be thinkin', what would 2Pac do?
You be thinkin' what New Kids on the Block do
If you ain't
I'm a suburban kid
But on my block
I'm really with the shit
Yeah I was trapping
Selling lemonade
Three bucks for a cup
It was Minute Maid
On top of that
Truly Oski Boy live in the flesh
And I ride with the best
Fresh like zest
Nigga get it off ya chest
I'm the best
Got finesse
When I'm coming down
In
part of this, kid
Saying my music is mid
Are you out of your head
This is stuff to say A-okay, but I don't agree
You say it's this stuff doesn't hit
So
You can't fuck with what I got
You like warm and yeah I'm hot
If you asking you can get it
Lemme spread to shit like jelly
Call it jam, bam bam
That
just a kid I was smoking runtz
What a Father He was, had me drop all that stuff
I'm a new creation now I don't drink I don't cuss
Preach a ghetto
From wrong to right
You cant flip the hourglass
When its symbolizing life
This for the angels flying high
Shining bright like stars at night
Just live
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