Lyrics:
Pistol loaded it’s in the seat
I’m on a constant tweak but I feel like me
Hurricane creek is my home
By them ol’ train tracks
Where I was raised up
of letting a stranger make me forget that I got love in real life
See I done been down and thought I was alone
Till I had called my homie on the phone
I tell
sittin' up here on the bass (Refugees up in here)
While I'm on this, I got my girl L (ah, ah)
One time (one time), one time (one time)
Ayo, L, you know you
to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall maple tree
Figured it's the least I could do for my papa
After all the things
beat the wrinkles out the old mutherfucker
I treat a bitch like a queen,
But she's got to realize I'm the goddamn king
Some jealous punk in town
Told my
on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words
As a youngin' comin' up
My parents always had a plan
Raised in the city of the faithful
We didn't have much
But gah' damn we were grateful
From Sandbrook
bilingual
Always on my mission, it's some distance between me and them
Don't get lost in suspension
My business is my business pimp
When they see you
tables but I was out servin
She love all my songs everyday excerpt me
After she slurp me I show her no mercy
I step in the Stu any town I itinerate
Steppin
I'm down, downtown
I'm hangin' around
I'm the stranger now
In a different town I'm missin' a limb
I miss the in and out
My babe she's far away
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
fuck with the soldados from G Town
You might catch some balas or a beat down
Speak my mind
Put my heart into these beats
Raised in fogtown, cruising
Pure hearts and stumble
In my hands they crumble
And fragile and stripped to the core
I can't hurt you anymore
Loved by numbers
You loosing
Pure hearts and stumble
In my hands they crumble
And fragile and stripped to the core
I can't hurt you anymore
Loved by numbers
You loosing
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one
Hot!!! Threw up the finger Bailiff grab Him by the wrist, Boy I'll change your demeanor, Then He Spit up in his face, and the homie threw a Bo. The next
ganja
Humankind is advertised to be pulverized in tantra
Not aligned, to be compromised, just equalized by mantras
Predesigned to be formalized, while we
[Ya'll know Aztro in the cut]
I like woods to the neck
She wanna fuck me, it makes sense
I could never trust a bitch, by that, I mean nothin' less
If
You're leaving in the morning
I'm not sure why you stayed so long
You said you're gonna call but
No use in waiting by the phone
I'm not sure why we
on rent, oh now you know me ho
That’s enough, I did all of your favors
Said no once, you disappeared and then called me a stranger, wow
Ay why you hitting my
fucking
lead them to sucking with my intimate ego seduction
my habitat Atlanta tracks, the seed of corruption
constantly playing and engaging in meaningless
Built it from the ground
Now we over see the town
Dirt & pressure made
This diamond that you seeing now
Twin towers cities ours
My empire state
grinning
You be screwing
Can't look me in my eye
Oh me oh my
It's like you're waiting for me to die
I'm here and what I hear
It appears it's me you seek
drunk again
you're my crime over the town
need it when ya call my name
pick up and we start again
Three fifty in the morning
can’t even close my eyes
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