Lyrics:
you live to prosper
See yo face on the screen hear your name at the Oscars
Buy myself a brand new chopper sport cars & helicopters
Make sure i do it
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town Dirty old town
I heard
to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of
The caliber of discounts
Indicated by the presence of
A heart-shaped object in your community
Hey kid, look at you! Right
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
I been doin mad good
I been doin mad good everyday
One minute I feel good the next minute I feel great
Never gettin laid off always gettin laid
How
that I was so determined
But if I see you, it'd be nice to meet you
And say hello just for old times sake cuz I've really missed you
But in a good way,
cotton fields that never heal, what's the deal?
A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke
But my language universal they be reciting my quotes
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
is a mean old world to live in,
And I can't face it all by myself, at all.
And, dogs begin to bark,
All over my neighborhood.
The dogs begin
the loose shit
Then boo-yaa, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me why your pussy breathin' hard enough to pinch
The clitoris, dangle
a regular guy, with an old soul look in his eye
He was a man of word, and true to himself to the end
Chorus:
Manny liked to laugh and share a good story
this shit
But I was weird
Call me Dwight
Higher than kite
Good dope, straight from the farm
And these niggas won't smoke
Punching walls, fuckin' up
believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back
I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Clouds
I'm binded by my soul to
Make something they could hold
Who's that cat sittin in the back corner
With his face buried in his notebook
Who's that kid
and they don't
Turning heads everywhere you at
I'm a dog trying to get that cat
Looking good from the front and the back
You a bad bitch and that's a fact
Save me your load of
Fat cat fury, got
Kids in cages no
Judge and jury, you
Yell at children and
Weep for old men who
Play the victim as
They bomb
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
Dreamed of my own rap act
Didn't know no rap cats
Too half-assed to solo
So my friend Ricki asked me
If I would like to meet her
(my) friend, Katasrophe
want it I grabbed it I learned on my own
I know by the time when get a bit older I'm landing a jet in a new time zone
Covered in ice I feel like I'm
like a pack I'm the real life good news courier
We running my phone keeps buzzing
They want us to stop but we ain't stopping (No way)
Ye I'm covered by
and testified,
"I am a good girlI've been one all my life"
But her virtue was as swollen as her pride
She should've had the Oscar
She must have been miscast
the sky
- on the block like your brand Delgado
Cause I pump out exotic you can test my product
Life is full of stress so I drink Old Gold
Smoke a - bring my
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