Lyrics:
to the top, had a dream since a baby
Diamonds on my AP
Smilin' on my face and my back, you betrayed me
Had to keep a Glock in my pants for my safety
When I'm
all week
Them forty hours ain't got nothin' on the party I need three
Tell shawty pull up in them jeans and turn the bar into a scene, groovin' like
so I can feel the sonic
Drinkin' 40's, that's my tonic (Pass that bubbler)
When niggas smoke my shit, they all be on it
By the time they done, they
They do not want to leave me
I have these inner demons
Let us return to the time
When I was much younger and I
Was sleepwalking every night
Searching
it more than mastered
So when I rap with whoever be
Sure to get they ass kicked
My rap style is foul
Forty-Cals and acid tablets
Tribulations
drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I
my heart is broke
Because I get fucked up when I feel alone
I'm choking on this forty of OE
I'm hoping that I don't breathe
Bitch I'm dope act like
Asshole By Nature
I see you motherfuckers just determined
To make a nigga get on y'all ass
Roach ass motherfuckers
I don't know what to do with
You
bout a hater
I'm jus tryna stack dis paper
In real life its official common sense
Why ride yo wave when you sittin' on a bench
Outside all day you
Word, Meyhem Lauren, Thorotracks, all day
My nigga Action Bronson, what!, Queens shit
Always official, check it
Vicious apparel gets displayed
When
Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,
"thank you".
Call me loose, but you'd fuck shorty too
I'm talkin' thirty-six, twenty-four, forty-two.
She be at the Pink Teacup
Drunk of Chardonnay an'
like uh
They call me C-Murder and I got TRU tagged on my motherfucking back
Ever since I started rapping all my real ass niggas come and follow my lead
team gon' stay right by my side
So I lead 'em
Just look in my rear view, see all my demons
Y'all looking defeated
Been growing this shit since
I planted
heard
I was playing in dade way before wade
Since that silly nigga Jermaine was
In the rain rocking suede
Selling dolphins by the water
Nigga right by
She's been afraid of the Cuisinart since 1977
Now when she opens up the house
Well, she won't set foot in the kitchen
Her brother's dating
percent, pure uncut
Detonate, Little Kuwait, I'm blowin shit up
Go ahead, make your mistake, and throw that punch
I'ma pull this forty-four Mag and make you
and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin' all that jazz, like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew, people with no melennin
Shy, the 21st
fences
On all black houses
Cauze Kilimanjaro, you Brokeback Mountain
Since that "Feast" drop
Everybody on Shareef jock
I am what I am, without a deal from
and it's all gravy
Snatchin your girl, burnin out in my Mercedes
On buttons, say nothin, gangsta struttin did it all
Watchin me when I hit the door
and it's all gravy
Snatchin your girl, burnin out in my Mercedes
On buttons, say nothin, gangsta struttin did it all
Watchin me when I hit the door
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
frustrations
And they are weighing on my mind
The Mets ain't won since eighty-six
The dolphins lost by fifty-five
I had to go to Mario
My little sister
to hide ourselves from the dark
{Commission #4}
Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips
But are we still shackled down by the fucked
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