Lyrics:
Intro:
You kno life can sometimes be about the bigger picture
Jus remember to reflect back on your younger self the next time your lookin in
Wishing that you saw my shit
Should've put the bottle down
Cause it never fit
Tearing up a family
Health is falling rapidly, yeah
We've been fighting
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
A dream or reality enemies at my door
Eyes, I realize it's fantasize I must be high
So let me live before I die
Once again grab the bottle twist
through it
That door I might be going through it
I'm the man, got a plan
Tell a boy "be a man"
Spin the bottle like a ceiling fan
Objectify no matter where
broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't
Let's go, let's go! Jamla
Pete Rock! Khrysis
How we're doing, son?
It's a new day, new way
My hand's on the bottle
When your beat sound breakable
a game changer
She only want the real niggas and I can't blame her
Look, to make yo next moves yo best then you gotta plan em
He was cool in high school
the rocket kid
Smoke moonrock all day it's the life I live
Bottomless bowls my stash is unlimited
Smoked up Laya when I visited
Smoke up all life forms that
shoe, Louis rag on 'em (yeah)
Standing on the couch, popping bottles dropping swag on 'em (yeah)
Zilla up next and I bet the pad on 'em
Soon as he said
to go
'Cause I ain't the type to be doin' no bid
For a dame or a lame-brained punk Spanish kid
So I chill, call the hooker up the next day
She told me
Next, next, next
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
Three the hardest from Hollis
If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless,
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You
You barely called back when I was in Iraq
Just leave homeboy, I got this
You know the truth is I had to shoot kids
I'm so guilty (Open the door
that's what we gon' do
Highbridge the Label
A Boogie, Don Q, what's up?
My niggas here to take over the game, huh
Everybody sayin' they up next, who
heart felt sorrow
No time to play with the precious time we borrow
They live next door, but he was worlds away
In reality, but such a high price to pay
He
then she had my first kid
My mama tried huh best
She birthed me when she was only a kid
I'm from the city where they bestfriends
Next minute they
check
Strap game, check
Whoever got it, tell him my gang next lil homie period
Bust it down
I been at the door for a minute right here and I ain't turning
I'm out front, I'm out front, got a bad bitch at the door, yelling let me in, let me in
I got another one coming, that bitch got a twin, twin, I just
on the court, and we got next up
Now, This summer we got benz
We got Lex truck
It’s kinda like trading places
Huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association
So
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
the fucking price
Always picking pens, never picking knives
Saucy with this shit, yeah I add a lil spice
Yeah I got your bitch, she by my side
She say I'm next
This for every kid that been neglected by they parent
God'll be your father and your mamma if you let Him
Bottle up that trauma that you carry and reject
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