Lyrics:
po'-po', I let the flow blow
Keep em' runnin' like Flo Jo, I flow so
Sickest murder, clip inserter, drop, pop an' rip your word up
We lust for more, can't
sucking on the cigarette butt
But the smoke - it isn't
Bitter and intrusive enough
Take a snooze, 'cause half-asleep
Is lucid enough so let's go out to do
with no bullets
I Hope u a quick learner
The sun come up its a cold summer
Psych wrong number!
Used to be the sickest kid back in town
All
I do what I want
You do what you can
Pull up to my lawn
You better have a plan
Live forever young
Die get born again
Live forever young
Die get born
the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game
Hear the sounds of them baby's cry
Still I'm sayin' why do we reside
In the ghetto with a million ways to die
Stayin' high to relieve the pain
Breathin'
Ima be stomping
Gonna keep stomping
Neighborhood stomping
We forever stomping
Micken get stomping
Imma a bonafide enigma
With some narly ass
down
By the kid from the pits
Of the mo-town bitch
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
Might go admit as a patient
In the mental ward say it erase it
They saying my mind is
Original chucks on laced up like I'm
Taking them on a run
They're begging me not to kill it
I tell them I'm having fun
They're asking me how I do it
flawed, no, she don't fuck with artificial dudes (skrrt)
Foot on the pedal, do the dash, up the metal and blow
Rich forever, on the song, yeah, I used
and dotting I's
Even when I'm teed I'm on P I can't die
Running up on me it's not sweet don't advise
Wifey tell me make it home tell her Mashallah
Making sure I
could do right now, Doody, for you is to rep
So I'm gonna fuck 'til I die, yeah, I'ma do it to death
And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather
off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
needs to be said before I go, it's
Remember me forever, the light in the dark
Just know that I'm looking down on you in the skies by the sun
And if you
nigga Is still on the grind
I been kicking in the dust
I'm just a kid from the mud
Look how they hating me now
My niggas be holding me down
Did it by
I Mr. Thanksgiving
Its for the money this time
Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby,
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon.
Listen close
you take to love me
And I 'm taken by the little things you do
And if you die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
For I'd be holding on so
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
on your mother's couch
Sick kid
Addicted
Living with the ignorant
Lifted
Infinite
If I die just know I really
Lived
In bliss
And I been better than I've
A devilish heaven-sent retarded child prodigy dichotomy
Trap trap blah blah
My god at the monotony
Lemme guess you squashed a beef by cocking heat?
Stop it
When you're just a kid
Death doesn't exist
You don't think that you'll ever die
Now i'm off all these pills
Just for the thrill
Now I really could die
Year 93 I was the aryan
Born kid morphed by morpheus
To an alien horseman from inhalin the toxins
Of arsenic in the most dangerous portions
Get crazy
Traveling forever in the dark
Darkness into blackness
There and back, it's always black
Oh, it screeched across the sky
Nothing to do but lie
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