Lyrics:
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
I would like to welcome a special guest tonight
He go by the name of
Y'all know his name
He is a very important person of this little world
digging for shit
This kitchen is hot can you pass me a mitt
I ain't here for long I'm just here for a bit
I get it and go I ain't taking a sit
Gotta be
thing
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when the ambulances don't come
Or watch as the ones sworn by law protect us
Wrongfully convict us
Feelings trapped in the heart
The blood in my veins pulsates weak
And I'm heading for the hole.
Caused by hot metal ember
A near fatal injury
Solo
Wrong
you want it
My nigga say that it's up then we on it
That bitch was ugly hit bad bitches only
She gon' get up and I'm gone by the morning
Don't hit my
Stars only show up in the night time
And all my homie's gonna shine
If they right by me
If they right by, I keep it right by me
In the night time
The shit
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
deeper
I been living like a king I been drinking none but crown
Only smoke exotic loud and I smoke it by the pound
Any nigga want a problematic get
Locking up innocent cuz our governments shoddy
5.0 only in hot pursuit of my body
China acting naughty while wearing
Versace i fucks with the tai chi but
, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky
, spend hot shit when need be
Only nigga that can take a still picture in 3-D (What?)
If need be I'm leavin the party with Cindy (Who is that?)
Cocky
stay poppin' for me soda
Said she drink wine, Stella Rosa
I don't get hot but the fans on
How I'm 'posed eat, wit your pants on
Excuse me could I bother
the one and only
And I been getting hot, they telling me I got too chill
I only smoke and drink, when I don't want to feel
Like how I loose my day one from
while we smoking weed by the lot
Aaah
My nigga Seabs crib round the block
Right by the spot I was swooped up by the cops
Say we not popular
Huh
But
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
you
Right here by your side
Right here by your side
Right here by your side
Right here by your side
I'll be right here by your side
Too hot she change
I say, It's all good on my end, even when it's not
I've learned to bottle how I'm feeling like a soda pop
So my heart stays cold even when it's hot
I say it's all good on my end, even when it's not
I've learned to bottle how I'm feeling like a soda pop
So my heart stays cold even when it's hot
I
I know you're thinking, why's it named this
Because I'd hit every playlist
Genre bending, till I am famous
Tracks so hot once this flame hits
I can
And if I tell you the truth, you not being by my side is the only reason that I lose
But if I had a chance to prove
I'd give you love as big as the sea
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