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the dough, pull 'em out
make a ho start cheesin' (I'll make a ho start cheesin')
Seven hundred seven horses in the engine, so you know I'm speedin'
By
Garveyism, by any means dodging the long arm of the system, 400 years they never saw us as a victim, now we off the ropes swinging for dear life, hit em, they
look like I'm Patrick
Toting on the blunts and I ain't never gonna pass it
Imma get the money and it's also been a habit
All my life is crazy and in some
Oo lord what is this feeling
Help me someone hurry
I'm getting worried
That I may never love again
Cause she done found another man
And left me here
she was chilling in her home
Murdered George Floyd he was trynna cash a check
Murdered Willie Brown found him hanging by his neck
Murdered Rayshard
I think it's a miracle
That you're laying here right by my side
Someone so beautiful,
Long brown hair, and your pretty green eyes
Maybe I've
Come home tired from a Explainlong trip
My feet hurt cuz a nigga pullin' double shifts
Rice and peas, that's some brown stool chicken cookin'
Eat
on me all outta bounds, homie
Keep about a quarter pound on me, no brown On Me all green keep smoke, u can count on me
Aye, nigga u gon need AA
This shit
Done failed to mention
Got a couple dirtbagz and I
Failed to list 'em got a charge at large and
It failed the system
Caught a case in the place
Now they
entourage, long trips with full clips
Keep a daily dosage of
The medicine: Never O-D, o-G!
Do it like Geo, when I’m toasted, post me up
Close up cats is out
I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned
They start saying you psycho
But fuck all of them pigs
Look at the shit they done did
Killing innocent kids and never doing a bid
Cops shot Mike Brown
had to go deal with proceedings
Couple weeks down the line making you eggs in the mornings
Hash browns with the corn bread, really I been a corn ball
I'm too high to riot, I'm too high to riot
I'm just too high to riot
I never lose sight
Got an eye on her thighs and an eye on horizons
Too
time I’m being told something the same,
By some creep holding a big bucket of paint,
We can get it done in just a couple days how irrational,
Come light
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
never fiendin' catch us and a schemin'.
We'll drink fo' tha way yallz are breakin' me pan. (Hey, man.)
We born to tha weed, it would grow,
Didn't know
stare into her heart
And it turns them all to gold
The red on her lips keeps distracting her eyes
The brown on her eyes keeps distracting her lips
always) on my mind
All the time
It's funny how you got me sittin here
All alone now I'm waitin by the phone
Boy you got me doin things
I've never done
I think it's a miracle
That you're laying here right by my side
Someone so beautiful,
Long brown hair, and your pretty green eyes
Maybe I've done
and I'm giving her to JAY1
Hakkz done told you, we can go local
Brown-skin, peng ting baby, lemme come hold you
They just wanna get first
Know
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the Buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
keep it rightm just home
And searchin wit they hustlin (no matter)
Same time see tha Bone
They done have ah safe place foe my babies
Don't murda, brown
begun please don’t think that im done
Have nothing better to do than to sit and bother you
Thats what imma gonna do till I can get through (Now)
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