Lyrics:
to ride
Hatters and snitches can't slide
Play with my name is suicide
That thang will go off
And sang to u like Mary J Blige
Niggas always wanting something
with a Uzi
Shit be static, yeah, you gotta pick a side
Knockin' Mary J. Blige, baggin' dimes, still surprised
I don't really need advise 'cause she
believe in the grind
Not intelligent design
And not anything divine
It's a fact that she is fine like the song by Mary J. Blige
In that sense I'm tryna be
believe in the grind
Not intelligent design
And not anything divine
It's a fact that she is fine like the song by Mary J. Blige
In that sense I'm tryna be
pump from my lap at all times
(times)
Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times
Now it's no more drama
It's that Mary J Blige
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
She said she gon' cuff me, handcuffs, uh Got my heart in prison, I don't need no public
Defender She got Mary J. Blige on repeat, real love
Is being
Cause I got this hoe whipped
I'm bound to the action, no O-blige
Hit em wit the step back, Mary J blige
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you thought
to Mary (J) Blige
You were my Xscape
Between love and lust
We're most likely to choose hate
Both grew up stubborn
Little shit in common
Couple times she
a bike and getting bone cuts
A decade later and i'm tryna stay in focus
My first memory was riding round listen to the radio
Mary J Blige bumping i was
somethin'
Like Mary J blige
Don't mind my eyes, they bloodshot
From smokin' 'bout 4 bags of
Weed in the parking lot so what's up bitch
Got a name with them
to survive
And if not, pick a spot and just be here for the ride
The aura of quarter waters over Mary J. Blige
My neighborhood give you life, but was you
"Spell it with a J, and not with a G" (8X)
[Kurious]
Time's up, WHAT? Trey, push me back on the
rhyme tip to flip, use a nine and a clip
Release
Det we can man
Its crazy
Muhfuckas don’t care bout science
Try to teach you bout gender
Den you say det we lying
BITCH
I’m on my Mary j blige
Like, aint
How's it going?
Good
You?
Fair
Yeah, tell me
Russian Tea Room
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I think I got a job
Where?
True
along
Though I can tell her mind is gone
She won’t remember - it’s all the same
When she calls I still answer her by name
Hello Mary
Hello Mary
Yes,
don't ask for help 'cause I got way to much pride
And I don't need my chain, I got way too much shine (ayy)
They ask me if I'm good, I feel like Mary J
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But
Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello, hello
This is me, How I feel
How I be, Oh jeez this is real
Now I heal but I came from hell
My heart
to dismiss me
Seems Mary Jane is the only one listening
Lucy tried to say hello, but I don't think I'm ready for it
If you don't see me walking, just know I'm
who saved hip hop
Say hello to the man who saved hip hop
They say the game fucked up and the records ain't sellin'
It was bad in 06' gettin' worse
it was the year of our father 1900 and 76 in J.A
when i first met my mary quite contrary to what my mother did say
she was a mountain girl come
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