Lyrics:
the money's gone, nowhere to go
Any job, I got the sack
Monday morning, turning back
Yellow lorry slow, nowhere to go
But oh, that magic feeling, nowhere
few hours to go
Put in that work
Get on your job like the T after O
Extra credit is coming at the end of the road
For those who study abroad but only
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
of working in a padded cell
The reigns get cracked by conductor himself
Ur a puppet on a never ending bullshit carousel
Who needs a job when you're basking in
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
This is the ballad of the black gold
They call it Texas tea
But it's bigger than a cowboy with a lasso
It's deeper than a black hole
Create
finesse now they curious bout' the cake
I'm wit Seth and them by the lakes
I'm Dave Chapelle I took a break but now
I'm back up on bully niggas cappin' I'm
a owner
I can't fuck with these hoes now I've grown up
In the tires burn holes from the donuts
Shoot the blick he lose plasma like donors
Get the chicken
yeah politicians lie!
And everybody rat racing just to get by
It's insane really wanna hang my head and cry
But instead I stick it up to the sky
they tore his body up with the chrome
But fuck that, it's however you get it
You can go ask the neighbors I walk
The streets with holes in my tennis
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
Too fine back to the sheets
Not mine back to the streets
Stay by ya dolo, them link ups is iffy, it could be ya mans get you hit for a G
He feel a way
peanut butter and jamming
Her pussy hole is what I'm ramming
She get a load of this cannon
Now the bitch feel abandoned
I ain't here for companion
I hate
They're protesting. Marching on the concrete.
Another black boy dead by his moms feet
Hysterical, he had a job that was clerical
People used to say
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
wanna go to work
I just wanna smoke
I should get a new job but I probably won't
I just put a burn hole in my brand new coat
How to make a boat float, I
kickin' dirt on my sneakers.
Suckers on the corner lookin' down at their beepers.
They couldn't get a job or a nice home,
So they want to stay and wait
this shit for y'all, that's the damn thing
I've been waiting pretty long to get on some shit and rip it for Dicky
So just consider this my damn theme
and Harry
They're all alike and it's said they're sane
With their basic job and lack of change
Like was that Jeff or was that Dave
Well I don't know they look
the critics
What I say I really live it
If I die it's a inside job
All Depending on
How they did it
Up in the paint it's a Mis match
All my cases Dismiss that
on the edge
I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery
You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery
I'm about to get
As soon as you get to earth
Deliver any information found
In the spacecraft
To the commander's office: :
Set your microphones to stun
Nanu nanu,
here is me, I make medicine sick
I'm never takin a loss, but beatin em down with force
Go when Dave writes the source, I got more holes than a golf
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
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