Lyrics:
even try to go finish
(Yuh!)
In a new section we livin
(Yuh!)
U livin by check if u get 'em
(Aye)
Open the door
Hop in the stu
She like the lure
That be
still with my dog like he Kel and I'm Keenan
They know I'm too bright like a phone in a theater
He sending them shots but ain't fill up the meter
Got gang
sweet time gettin' me out
If she ain't number one she's in the top two
Of things that I could live without.
Men commit murder and all kinds
I could probably get a deal for this, but na I feel I'm to real for this
Why you thinking he'll kill for this, when most people ain't built for this
humor
As soon as I stepped foot in the open-mic it was like a reunion
I was a shoe-in
I met Kino there too
And he asked me to manage me
And that was
refusin' I'ma dick, but don't view me as a negative human
I'm only throwin' in my two cents
When I was younger I was kind of brat
My dad pinned me to my
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
the time where we live in a world where you haven't said "yes" or "no" yet. And regrettably I end up using the word "destiny." I don't remember in what
Ain't no switching over
In these streets
Please control your emotions
Remember nights
Used to ride in the yolie
Long live fats
I be missing my Brodie
My
I'm flying private, I dap up the pilot
I'm takin flight while I'm dressed up in fly shit
Live out my closet, I ain't need no stylist
(Cut your losses,
the pump in the Jeep (word)
Closed casket, I ain't leavin' nothin' to see
Tryna figure out who these niggas fuckin' with P
They probably seen him makin'
claim to be in society
Because we know their games, we appall their
If they need a different style we can get ?large?
He's i.c.u., he's out to kill
going, what's Happening
You just gotta tap in, you just gotta tap in
Love is to evolve and I'm takin action
More kind hearted, and more compassion
Less
In the streets they learn to kill
In the club they pack steel
And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real
So they learn to throw slugs
Like
ya"
Adi-os
Adi-os
I gotta go
Adi-os
I booked the flight on Expedia
Told my comfort zone "I'm outta here leavin' ya"
Look now I live in Tempe
And old
to got me losing blessings
GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
But in it to pick and sellin the spur
From under my feet,
and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but them lights was on
Couple hunnid thousand stashed at my mama's home
Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know
chasin' is effect
Real niggas lost the fake, and a war that's takin' place
You might get chopped up by the gauge, you ain't the kind that can't relate
I'm up in my prime
I'm out of control
Late night in the studio
I'm deprived of sleep
I'm dropping my shit
I hope they aint sleep
They hating on me
must he be like that?
Why would any other dog hit it from the back?
It's in his nature, it's Doggystyle baby
(Oh I, oh I) It's Doggystyle (oh-o-o-o oh
And boxed in, mean i’m in the studio
My mind free, at other times it movable
Don’t need no drugs, this what therapeutical
Don’t need a councilor, I ain’t
should look to the sky and shout it out so
As these days turning into weeks
It seems when I'm in the studio's the only time I speak
Testifying to my mic so
at us now, young niggas runnin the town
Come fuck with the squad and we gone put you down
Mic in my hand just give me confidence
Me and my gang run it by
this rap money ain't as
Quick as I supposed
And I'm indulged in this life I chose
Posing kinds and spending all your
Time inside a studio
When I'm making
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