Lyrics:
I was riding the prairie
When out of the blue I could see
There were two dozen Indians
Starting to close up on me
There was no place I
on your mind
Are you focus enough to get goals done
I'm smoking weed by my lonesome
Don't ask me to pass i don't owe none
Bring me a pound I don't want
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, that's what I'm about
Gangsta, you could find a nigga
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
on his hand
The doc inspected and said, this ain't come from a door
He called them tumors, and claimed there could be hundred more
My Mom jaw touch
Apparently when offered drugs in school you supposed to say no
Oh
Could have fooled me
Better run cuz, sketch is fucking crazy
Got hit by a brick, that shit
You and me don't see eye to eye anymore
You don't even breathe, neither do I anymore, more
Maybe you should leave to the night, 'cause I'm sure
You
Shades, style low key (style low key)
Michael Jack, shawty bad yeah thats me
Eyes red off the Canada flag
I got way more hoes than your daddy has
Pull
Take Me Down
(PRE)
I heard its more money more problems
More problems, more problems
(CHORUS)
The stress is building up and I won’t let, and I
sure
I sold shit on eBay, I pay less for more
I pay respect to forefathers before me that craft the door
Thought about hangin' it up, I guess I'm back
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys, no
I never wanted it so bad that I could steal it
Here we go back to calling things what they are
The mask I wear was given to me by the one I love
a masousse
Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg
Shittin, pussy niggas
(Statik Selektah)
Never judge a book by it's cover
With the concealed weapon
That's a rookie in the fields steppin' on landmines
It's sorta
beat
Me and Ren in the black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by the D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid fully
I'm raking in, more paper,
Take my shot, homie, no chaser
Pride of the all-time high
I ain't askin' for no favors, Nah! (i do this shit by myself)
I
Yes (yo, Killa, Killa)
Flee Farms, boy
(Yeah, we leavin', uh, Tuesday, we gon' fly to London)
Fuck with me, Harlem (yeah)
I promise niggas
I
plant proteins have a much more beneficial effect on our physiology"
The doc just want your money all them pills he got you taking
A million side affects
on clickin', rest of your time, as time passes by...)
I look up, three hours gone by
Grazing through my phone, how time can fly
Still staring at a blank doc
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