Lyrics:
is..."Messy Martian"
I'm sane for the most part of my time, but for rhymes, i'm struggling, like that whore
I'm not ashamed and dare to do anything (i don't
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
Cos I'm on my own wave
I don't listen ay
I just get it ay
Fuck all that people talk for your instructions
Fuck all that shit you talk
I threw
No matter what it is you do,
Sometimes things
just don't go your way
It's something you can't change
And time won't keep
from passing by
And you lose
Can you keep up?
Don't blink!
Slinging pitches, we're glitching the system, you blink and you missed it
Don't blink!
Blowing by 'em with the flows
Under protective custody.
And every day a boy reminds her of what they lost,
By movin' away from the city.
She says I know that you miss your
(Hook)
I aint let nobody tell me -
Did it by myself
Now they knocking, now they bell
I don’t want the shit you sell
Stacking green until I’m
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
on a mission
Ran that shit up quick
N left town
Leave me lone don't call my phone
Gone be a minute
C300 sport
Get tunnel vision
Knocking boots
From left to right
was nurtured by our ancestors will not grow
If we don't listen with our hearts
And realise we play a part
And have the courage to remember that none are
climb.
And try to remember that working's no crime,
Just don't let 'em take and waste your time.
That's why I'm here.
This is an IOU, I reckon I owe
don't know-ow-ow i don't know
I don't know
This the type of shit to
Make a leader wanna follow
Run up on a opper with a 40 full of hollows
Run it till I
ganagbangers damn near 40 looking for young cheeks/lost niggas, that's ya big bro or your ground boss/it all figures , y'all only listen when the sounds
Why is my heart cold ?
Doc, I have a fuckin problem
No, listen, listen
I have a fuckin problem
You're not gettin it
Just listen
Doc, my third eye it
and pad
My mistake, that's my nine that I grip,
My little friend I keep aside of my hip
Some forty fives and I sip up
A couple nines I don't miss bruh watch
been milkin' cash cows, nigga I got a lotta cheese
Don't try me, it's a big pole under my tee
4-0, nigga, but it's not a sweep
I'll bust this bitch, shit
(Different!)
I'ma get this tune lit so you motherfuckers listen
(Listen)
That was just the intro to the undercover mind trip
More or so uncovered tho one of rare
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
and pressed by strife
Because we're guaranteed moments of decompression in life
So listen to the words I speak
And let me tell you how I end my work week
Living
We can look anywhere, at calls and responses all these walls
To the uninitiated it would look like a brawl
Our betters listen in, other taken
in this life that I fail to understand even as even as a grown man I don't comprehend
Like how in the fuck did I walk up the stairs and some fucking
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