Lyrics:
Oo, oo
Oo, oo
Here we go
All the way, all the way through
Every fuckin man has twenty four hours in a day bruh
It's all about what you do with that
something I learned in the hood
I didn't even learn that day in church
See my homie
Take a slug
Lay his life down for his block
Tired of seeing his homies die
I met her down in Tampa Bay
Spring Break '88
She came in to hear my band play
And man, we were on that night
Twin guitars and twenty minute jams
the rebirth, welcome
To Heaven on Earth
I'm a hot mess, that's what she said
When I'm just a man, rushing to stay ahead
New day, give thanks, have breakfast in
bit
And then I spit
Old school like I'm in the nineties
But in twenty twenty three
I'm grinding
Still on a hustle everyday to make pay
Ask me how I'm
bit
And then I spit
Old school like I'm in the nineties
But in twenty twenty three
I'm grinding
Still on a hustle everyday to make pay
Ask me how I'm
Leaving the money on drive by
8 benches to the paradise
6 friends that I sacrificed
Sex Money is still alive
Old man really paralyzed
We gonna bust it
U
One day I was gonna roar
One day I was gonna be somebody
One day light would pour
The lion in my heart makes noise my friend
One day I was gonna roar
One day I was gonna roar
One day I was gonna be somebody
One day light would pour
The lion in my heart makes noise my friend
One day I was gonna roar
eyed like a white man
After twenty days on Rikers
Tell em our pupils was red, skin black
Rhyming brutal back of the izakaya
Sapporo tallboy with my Ramen
Training generation fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So
little man, my lover for a fee
So if you see me, will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me, well, I
little man, my lover for a fee
So if you see me, will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me, well, I
That's two in a day I ain't talking bout Christmas
Shh got slapped got put in my rizlas
Feds turn up eight man in stitches
Shh is a snitch my kitch
need real money in my hand
Its just me by myself barely got any fam
Where I inhabit is tragic niggas round here know magic
Make you disappear forever
me a little California love
Man
Put it in the air
Ay, ay, Crazy Toones, help these muthafuckas
Put it in the air
Man
Fire it up! Blaze it up!
And do
There she go tryna put some pressure on me
I'm progressing through the week I'm tryna make the ends meet
Ain't nobody helped me by this did it by my
Hey, aye
Aye
Another day, another dollar
But it's mo' money, mo' problems
Tryna get by on the day to day
Just to maintain, what's the price to pay
interlinked by an intricate web
No element in this collective was unimportant
No one more important than the other
To Samara, the jungle was not just a mere
We've come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my funk
Spitting up a pill now we gettin'
Now I saw a man stand up one day and fight to save his life
Just a common worker, supporting his kids and his wife
Put a plug in his jug, things
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
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