Lyrics:
Counting hours by the second yes I recognize my blessings (You're my blessing)
You my best investment right next to Smith and Wesson (Smith
[Erick Sermon]
Uh huh
[Parrish Smith]
Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm'
Kid don't mess with fire because
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
Verse Four: Too $hort
I'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funky
Again and again, they say when will it end?
Maybe never, cause I can still spit it
But I
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
do I get high
It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block
Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
Stan Smith
Stay with me Sam smith
Yeah you can't play with me
If it's real I'll give you everything cash plus my kidneys
Yeah I will
Action this a movie
move will have yo face on ah shirt
Momma told me once you jump up off dat porch don't go back
Once you leave the house you never know might not make it
problems
Finishin' albums, freakin' and stylin'
Teachin' and smilin'
Learnin' and counting'
Bleed, uh
Mass shootings, when will they stop it?
Hmm,
Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone
Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium
Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house
Kick it
Some say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I used to drive
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
drops
I got some bread, it's in they face, now I became a big opp
I'm in love with touching paper my second house, the trap spot
And I got credit with
word to Will Smith
Light up with the Word boy feeling really lit
I'll take yo instrumental I'll just redo it
Same rhyme scheme boy I'll fly through it
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
new mix I got
Will Smith 'cause it slap
She took the fat out her stomach and
They put it in her ass (Damn)
If I ran off on you once, bro, I changed
the DJ's will be freakin
Without a doubt because everyone is unique-and
The way they cut the records, and be talkin
It sound doo doo EXTRA CRAZY DEF
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache
There's a party sign and it's right on time, right on time
We were leaded by the Woo to the place where they will do the underwater
Boogie and not get wet
Smoking on exotic wrap it like a mummy
Gotta Xd keep it by my tummy
Try to take my throne
I’ll send you where the sun be
You don’t want me mad
I try to keep
or fall I stand tall you're small in fact
Step aside, you might get fried
By the super technique that the rapper applied
As a matter of fact, the impact
not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
mental drugs, strong as Fetty when you mix it in
All that talk over the net will get you served, I call it Wimbledon
Homie tried to change his life
I heard
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