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that my city a
Tell it they know I can get ya'll today
Bottles on bottles that shit by the case
Hit from the back
Grab that bitch by the lace
And I roll

back n that's a fact
Throw em off the scent leave some Himalayan Lilac
Losing My Religion like the REM throwback
We Goin Our Own Way like Fleetwood Mac

rockets like 4th of July
Touchin' her - , and she touchin' the sky
When you with me ain't no secrets or lies
I hold it down by myself, on my own (yeah yeah)

that
Standing by my lonely
Loneliness is my best friend
I'm a boss in the making I know that
My niggas down to ride on 4 flats
We go back in the day

everyone made me regret
Decisions I've made, cover up my pain
My life always Been contested
Collecting reparations
Now that I'm facing
Made my own friends by

did it all on my own
Outer space and I'm all on my own
Taking flight with my copilot
Cash money and the girl, 'cause she feeling my Space NRG
Yessir

they told me that my dream is noosed
Like a rocket people seen it shoot
Even though the N9na took the scenic route
Now you witnessin' the meanest muse

I need me a bottle, left me out in the cold
Might not see tomorrow, heart on my sleeve & broken
I'm dead laid in the garden, wishing my pain would go

should I do my own wash, or be lazy as the boss
dearly beloved, you know, I play it, by ear, I don't trust my neighbor either, and I really don't want him

Parking lot pimpin', cadillac butter cream
Bass knockin' hella crazy, it could make your ears bleed
This green is gettin' cheaper by the dozen
Shawty

to beat me up 'cuz I don't give a fuck
Color me a courageous yellow belly that could live it up
Interrupt my own thoughts with a moan, kick to the gut

Yeah
Oh she told me roll a blunt
She just did a 9 to 5
I just poured a solo cup
Told her "baby, so did I"
She look like a bottle girl
Said "I'm

nowadays niggas be pocket watchin
I keep a pocket rocket
I’m in my prime, is you shitten me?
It be ya own mans that be envyin
It’s love though, ya’ boostin

I'm drinking this bottle pretending I'm fine I'm keeping my thoughts always hidden inside
I open my mouth and I see my own signs I am the problem I

THE HIPSTERS DRIVE NEW CARS

I WAS STUCK
FROM ELEVEN YEARS TO SIXTEEN
IN THE BACK	I WAS TRAPPED
IN MY OLD MAN'S CADILLAC

BEING PASSED    BY THE BLAST
OF A 350

White Boyz

Snoop Dogg

Whiteboys

1999

from yo' friends
Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles
Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle
Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta

A hoe gonna hoe if she wanted too
I've been taking off lately no rocket fuel
Bet she want me because all my pockets full
And my ego's becoming

It was a seacoast airstrip
That called to me.
I asked the bottle of gin by my side it's thoughts?
And it agreed.

Now wait just a one goddamned

in a black Cadillac on spokes
High yella bone, don't act so woke
Might sell my soul, so I don't go broke
Hang my hopes up high like dope
Don't burn my

in my pocket
I own real estate them racist say I can't own
Fake foes show me shade spread that hate shit on your own
My momma raised me by her self

And out here in the woods is a damn fine place to start
I'm the captain of this rocket ship, I'm on my own mission to Mars

I'll be cruising through

offer, Sir
But that’s my new Lincoln parked by the curb, yes it is
Now I must be goin’
I got a meetin’ with the mayor downtown

I got my own highway

Willie burgers and Johnny rockets
Harlem is lit they outta pocket
Costume jewelry they gotta stop it
Career dead put ya own face in a Locket
Profit

Oh how we've sunk
Dealing with all of it by getting drunk
Wine is my water
Together alone
Pass myself the weed
Binge-watch a show

What game shall we