Lyrics:
past the P L.
Picked from the center of the field, demos are knee high,
30 side looking from outside of the block, think outside the box,
who you are
get down, get down, yee-haw
My pop he 'a say to me, he said you got ta 65 until you're old and free
I said a 2 by 2 'a he's a 49
You say ya never get
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
begin in five minutes)
Cut across
Drive across the lawn, beat you by the track
And not get lost
Gonna beat you there
Cut across, currently I'm drifting
the Light, reflect the shine like it's armor all
But straight up had a bad calculation
Millionaire by 30, had no patience, whoa!
Found out I ain't even know me
yeah I'm losing motivation
Class in 30 minutes and I'm running out of patience but
Sometimes you gotta to do what you gotta do
It's ok if you don't know
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
One thing that I've always wanted to do ever since I was little,
I've always wanted to be abducted by a UFO.
Yeah sometimes, I just go hang out in
the closet, fool
I'm not a handyman, but Gucci keeps a lot of tools
I teach niggas how to cut it, like it’s barber's school
Wait a minute, just be patient, I
quarts of 9-30
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police
She tried swallowing a nine piece
Forgot the warranty on false teeth
I return like Makaveli
So we made it by like 1:30
Still then it was plum early
When he showed it was all loving all B's up
Black bottles gonna erupt
He told us we don't
little shots, we catching some cases
Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me
Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label
Doctors say
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)
Wop
My fault, white chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault (and it's my)
Yeah, I was out on the side walk
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
I'll probably just bullshit it in like 30 minutes
I got three papers due by the end of the night
But your bitch he up on me like he trying to fight
I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'
I got a headache from the stress, success not wearing a vest
5-11 for being dirty and quarts of 9-30
Yo,
tears
On this side, they pass you by I don't have no time no years
Took a lil' break one minute
Can't take it back I said it
But on this lake I was
Dogs howl by the light of the moon, oh oh[00:22.18]It's gonna be here soon, we'll be gone[00:26.45]And boy not a minute too soon[00:32.13]We'll be
They ain’t pushing nothing I can tell by the
weight
I don’t even what these n**gas be talking about man
If I’ma go in the studio, I’m getting lit
with my bitch by then
Ain't seen my bro in a minute, we barely been talking
You know that we still tied in
Yeah when the money coming in I be copping
Cooling it by myself cuz the minute you do ya own thing
That's when u fake as hell I'm really living well I know you
Cannot tell cuz it seems I'm always
bitch, I'm in my zone
I ain't trusting not a nigga bitch, that's on my soul
I got 30's and them xanax bitch, just hit my phone
I feel better by myself
his bone
One need a half so he could roll an O I mean I said rather drink
But I know we all love to smoke
So we be riding dirty half an hour 30 minutes
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