Lyrics:
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
part of my plan
Llead need a villain so I'll be the man
I leave it all to Sasuke
To carry my wave of attack
Cuz I'm tired of the back pain
Of putting
someday
I found my way out
I want it to last
But the past six months went by so fast
Now I'm wishing I was back there on my bedroom floor
Missing it too
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
with my
(nigga JT) the Bigga Figga, that's my nigga
Representin (Frisco, in case you didn't know)
(We blow by like Jerry Rice
Come back with styles that
mine
Its been a long day
Plus a very long wait
Homie i ain't going back no way
All these niggas known snakes
Yes well known fake
Im awake so for sure
my dad was alive so he could see this
Yeah, I'ma take the long way home
I'ma take the long way home
I'ma take the long way so I can hear the beat
making noise and I know they been hearing me
Bitch I'm so sick but there is nothing curing me
I got the world on my back, so I cannot relax, know my
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
F*** what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
half the times we flaunt 'cause trouble
My closest road dog it was cool 'cause I love you
Fuck what they talkin' bout
Let me take you back in time,
So rappin' imitators get peeled back when I'm in combat
I got them rhymes to make ya shake the spot when Medaphoar's near
My rhyme's been set
sputnik,
Tubman,
Cause i feel free, when i got you by my side,
Got my hand up on your thigh, when you passenger side,
Round 11:45, you tell me that its
you go outta ya way
I get that money a whole lotta ways
I'm tryna run up a whole lotta pape
Don't matter the time, it's time to get paid
You ain't on my
Livin' beyond my means, don't know how I'm gonna get by
Livin' beyond my means, don't ya know a man's got to try
Don't know how it started, all I
it's forever
I'll always have your back
Letter to my lady my baby
Sometimes you got to take it
Old school
It's more wavey
Show her that I love her
Not
Falling back into sin
Got the devil grinning
It's Dog eat dog
I'm fighting with some hella bitches
Worn to bits
My Patient wears thin to existence
a second
Tryna find my way
And I ain't lost but thanks for checkin'
Still remember them old days
Reflecting back on my old ways
Moving along at my own pace
bring the shit home grand slam loaded bases
Bitches fakin niggas whole hoes I’m exposing cases
Make em show they faces
Still thuggin in my old
the time you hear this it's too late I'm already gone
By the time you hear this it's too late I'm already gone
I'm on the way to the top
This is for
wipe myself clean
Of what I knew was unimportant
I'd want typical things
I'd try to fit back into all my old clothing
And I would prove myself
one back is all
And I ain’t tryna flex I'm just seeing days different n all
That's what I'm spittin’ this for
Tryna bring it back home
In a different
Bowen Homes, you know, that shiesty shit (what's hannenin'?)
You go outside, you better back it
Oh, my right wrist a Ferrari (skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign
just a house
As time went by things fell apart
We separated and went our separate ways
I had to make a whole new start
So many years
I tried to find my
alone
And you're guarded by an angel but he won't tell me the way home
Moonlights cold but my bed is feeling colder
Giants stand tall bet you're happy
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