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time, got guns that mourn niggas' moms (what else?)
Shoot up clubs and destroy niggas' vibes (come on)
Everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Now I'm lookin' for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
Nigga disrespect me I'mma be in all black
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
all, but still ain't lose the best thing yet
Bet that, usin' this truth, I know how to react
Hunger and thirst for more, stomach touchin' my back
How do
take too much for her and her crew to get too Fucked up
She asked for help with the car, can't go that far cause her engine stay Fucked Up
Kids late for
"iron" the uniform
Under the bed that's where
Everybody ironed their clothes
You get two uniforms
So you keep one under the bed
For your visit, so by
'cause now I got a son
I gots to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more gettin' high, drinkin' 40s
So I get back lookin' type slick again
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, 'cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
for a minute
JK: And I got beat up a lot in high school
So I didn't wanna go back to high school
JK: And this is something that
To be honest with
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (hurry up and buy)
We run from red and blue lights to get the green
But whoever got that
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smokin'
Made it outside,
suffering
Who never had shit and ain't got nothing
But more struggling, it makes you wanna run up in the motherfuckin'
Hot zone for a piece of the cake back
I
'cause now I got a son
I gots to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more gettin' high, drinkin' 40s
So I get back lookin' type slick again
that don't waste what goes by too fast
I'll remember to be grateful, even for the pain
That way I can truly transmute it into gain
That is my aim, my
and things that's materialistic
You want to pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, cause I'm the shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help
care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
(By your side)
Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
or rough
Ain't no stopping G, I ain't tryna be the best
A legend for the rest, res, res
Fall back! Ya' bitches ain't hot like me
Fall back! Ya' bitches
up in the ma' fuckin'
With hots on for a piece of the cake back
I can't work for it, I can certainly take that
I'm fired up, thinkin' about
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