Lyrics:
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
whatever you want it's on me
Made it out, did it all by my lonelyyy
Anchor in the game you can't tow me
Mic check, 1-2
Mic check, 1-2
Fight me, might lose
the past is dead
J just drop the pen
Write this then I’ll consider when
Wait I’ve found a friend
Psych that’s me it’s your mind again
Hey just take my hand
Verse One:
And the saints come marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van
free
You'll see J-dog out there in the sea
You know where to find me at the hill I'll be
Home of the Bass Economy and yeah that's me
Break down all your
on the -uh
Come and get ya hoe, her hands on the floor
Answer the door, my mans on the phone, abandon the -uh
I can't miss a cook, the lab on my dome
By 25,
flew by like three days
In and out them BnB's I might just get a key made
You been on since so & so, bitch I been great since Pre-K
Too many niggas
Just to be accepted by the in crowd
But what if nobody ever heard me
Am I too late being Thirty?
Man, this is your plan, created in your hands
I don't
all this shit people care about,
that's made by man
When all that shit's all gone
There's nothing left in your hands
I tried to crush pieces
I only paid fifty-three
Never change on the guys
We play by the rules
Made a way outta nothin'
We paid like the Jews
Put a two on that dog, yeah
I
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
F- that sh-, bi-
Give up my d-
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my
You the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in
Yeah
Life na turn by turn
Life na turn by turn
When e reach your time
God no go skip your turn
So make you no stop to de grind
Hustle non-stop
silent, I'm telling my story
Yeah, yeah
Take a walk up in my J's
I bet your feet hurt by the time you hit the stage
Doing all this work and still you
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
all
that handing grasped by bloody hands. see, it's the
cimarron condition of slabs and remnants, pepper
sauce on gristle, throb and grind, and all
party to a crowd and cheers,
A moment never forgot a we always forgave,
For the record the White House was built by the slave.
MJ with J's who I wanted
noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your
[Chorus: x2]
Hey this is no lie
Me and my n****s gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like
These people will show you
All of their true colours
What the fuck I was thinking extending my hand to some people I wasn’t even supposed to
My ambitions
back, put on your PJ's and nighties
While you hear the story entitled Out
Ahahahaha!
What the fuck is up?
I'm in the haugh
And Violent J's finna tell
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