Lyrics:
I tried to tell these niggas we don't play
I run up on you broad day with a A-K
Cornball I can make your heart beat stop
Pop pop your body drop
ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it
Tick, tick, boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like
worried bout these haters
Run up by I'll see you later, OMNK we bout this paper, M.O.B we fuck a hoe
Fuck having a budget, It ain't nothing when you hustle
black, we strapped
As long as ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take
dry, I see my struggle
Ain't a day go by, that I don't hustle
I grind .... ooohhh ...
I still grind ... yeaaaahh...
[Verse 1]
The oven doors shut, but I
The freedom forgot the phone at home
The freedom avoids these traffic jams
I have a book, I sit at the back of the tram
And day by day I’m getting
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
Can you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
smoke brocc’ all day and bust millis, good
Yeah, really, I rush any hood
Bear witness, and I bet
You getting frightened, ain’t ya?
This is everyday shit
these days, for the colors are fading.
Enclosed in a space of soothing sounds. Waking in my own movie...
The fly by with no remembrance. Constant
(Nowhere) anywhere they can go.
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride.
Lifestyle plush, females rush
This high profile personality, who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar, schoolboys admire
Young girls desire, very few
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
an instant plane
Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
Actin' ashamed, don’t be a slave
Put yo check on the table
By the end of the days paid hey hey
Play fair, I don’t
of huge
Brown clouds!
Who is making those new brown clouds?
Who is making those clouds these days?
Ho is making those new brown clouds?
Better ask
this depression
New ghosts of Tom Joad
New dust bowl blues, back to fake jewels
So I drop jewels to inform the fooled
Clock tickin' three songs a
Day
speed, approach follow my lead
Firewinds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
Untouchable chunk of earwax and soul
These days everything feels like too much
Although we've never got enough
We're gonna crash so buckle up
This matters more than a parking spot
I can
gentlemen won't turn off at the interim
Born inside the winter one, day after December 10
These simpletons they mentioning the synonym for feminine
Sweeter
Still moving uncomfy, done struggling
But without it can you say that you've done something
Day's work done by 1 something
I can't lie, it's all in me
I
the pay
Make a hundred grand
Blow a hundred joints a day
Man these niggas think they
Better but they not
If I drop a song today I bet it'll be hot
It’s with
the wind.
The cars go by,
Yeah it's all we've been given,
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by,
Oh and a woo-hoo
Yeah these days go by
Oh
Accidents happens about everyday
But that day special followed by a heat wave
Rush hour just began I ran for my life
I can't afford to miss
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
I've waited to see
What you wanted from me
Light blue skies
Cover you and me
I've waited so long
For these days to rush right by
Light blue skies
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