Lyrics:
some food on the table
Sat and watched me eat, I ain't know his mind wasn't stable
After I finished eating, he grabbed me by my arms
As a child, I ain't
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
your four points O's
And Benz five hundreds it all points to oh
Now you niggas 'memba me
Tell me how could you forget, back to johnny's album cover
to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between
through working on this album, I believe my brother Saeed, is still with me too.
So this one for both of y'all,
It's only right that I go out the same way
Amy
Post turbo, bout to get that bitch painty
Lucky Luciana a.k.a. Piano man, used to play with keys
3 or 4 peas, purpose sack luch, oxis
These ol
if she testify I'll change my mind
Dbe is the wave, SK, CM, can we be precise?
Got coke for days, still sell heroin, you can't beat the price
When
sorry 'bout the tax, you want more you pay more
Five albums all for free and everything I said gold
They don't respect a G but that's really how it go
things all about shooting threes no Steph curry
But I whip that up no Mercedes
Bros Trynna Make 4 O's like audi manz
Trynna rep 5 rings like bolt
Really
Yeah
Blitz
Yes
Ahhhh
Rest in peace Miller Mac
As I sit in the back of my mind
I try to find
Sipping wine headrush hitting me like
I know in time
When me reach me yard
Me got one thing on me mind,
To hold me little woman
And fe make her feel iree.
Be play album, dub plate,
Missed the bus on purpose so I could walk that day
Tuesday's Gone and Simple Man Play on in my mind
Sweet Home Alabama, Curtis Loew and One More Time
First off I give a fuck about all that top five
If I ain't in it
Niggas barely ever play my records (It don't matter)
But I'm still winnin' from
the opposition offended
Talkin' greens on other sides of fences
We are blinded by our five lit, senses
Tryin' to drive this hive brain, Demented
Well I stay dazed
and dot my Is
Contemplating on ways of breaking out this nine to five
Staring in the mirror and I question, "Who am I?"
Five years I been living, and I
This ol' boy's got some heartbreak to mend.
Take me where the sad songs never make you cry and
Whiskey always helps to clear your mind.
c simple man
me a new blockbuster deal/
For a n***a to live/
Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
I done did 6 albums n***a/
This s***s real/
And now you
don't believe rap is an art
Wake up, shake up, hypocrite look alive
Blastmaster KRS-One will revive
Four or five million still deprived
When out
off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
side
You ain't got to feel me, you can move on by
Feds on my dick, nigga boom bye bye
Think I might fuck around, lose my mind
Mind. Pussy nigga, I'ma
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
tonight I make it through
Maybe by tomorrow feel renewed
Yet another night with my mind on cruise
All I wanna do is find some truth
Hoping that tonight I
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes shaitan got me by the pressure
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