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Bang have your life line sounding
Like a Dial tone you got a girl? Leave her
2000 I'm tucking that
I have no problem spraying the can
I love the Axe
Nina's tryna drop a bag on clothes
Pistol in my pocket, and I got that bread all wit my bros
Y'all niggas snitches but I'm proud to say that I ain't never
and mucho mas
Baby, you've got gravitas
You're the company I want to keep
Because you're...
Deep.
Deep, like
MLK, Marvin Gaye, Lady Day, Janelle Monáe
Deep
the same
I been trynna tell my niggas that this life ain't a game
My dawg got a call said the pack in
Get it in get it out get them racks in
At the party we
never feelin' love, cause I can't trust a soul
That bitch ain't got no heart, it's okay I ain't gon' trust a hoe
I'm about all my motherfuckin' bills, I
country
No class, no schooling
No friends, no nothing
Ain't got no god
Ain't got one more
Ain't got no earth, no ?
No food, no home
I said I ain't
gone now
Got no time to slow down
I'm headed for gold
I'm known as Simone
I'm flipping the vault now
My eye on the prize
I'm ready to go
I'm ready
got me rollin' with my demons
And an angel she a diva
Ask me can I leave the nina
No
I'm a shoot first I got family that need me
Not to mention I got
'd rather that you cut my face
If I ain't charmin' the women, it's all the fuckin' snakes
You idolize the girl, there's no way I'd wife her
She only fucks
turkey-flavored Now and Laters for Thanksgiving
If that ain't enough, life is rough I swear
I don't have an address so I can't get welfare
They kicked me out
ain't got no mean rhymes
The way my life is going lately I feel like it's lean time
Yeah
I got problems lately
I got issues lately
But I ain't gonna let
niggas is hating I’m getting em mad (I’m getting em mad)
They envy my life they climbing the gate to look at the grass (To look at the grass)
They think
country
No class, no schooling
No friends, no nothing
Ain't got no god
Ain't got one more
Ain't got no earth, no ?
No food, no home
I said I ain't
the life you got
You know what I'm sayin?
Stop lookin' at what you ain't got
And start being thankful for what you do got
Let's give it to 'em baby girl,
Man hold up yeah I got this bitch stoned
Fucking fly cause I already boned
Take these shots I ain’t talking Patrón
I’ma chick thick like Raven Simone
got we got Molly's and best shrooms
YOLO man we prolly gone be dead soon
I ain't never been a hater
Lift my weight I get my weight up
Hella weight boy
it go
Yeah pop out this bitch cars deep in the road
With a cute brown-skin like Nina Simone
These niggas broke we ain't beefing with those
Why these
to know
But nigga fuck what you goin' through this 2-0
And by that time I'm 17 if I ain't in that pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin' again
the life you got
You know what I'm sayin?
Stop lookin' at what you ain't got
And start being thankful for what you do got
Let's give it to 'em baby girl,
"Upscale tropical funeral"
I dreamed that's what Nina Simone said to her lover-
Maybe we'll talk it out inside a car
With rain falling around us
We all
name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God
What have I got?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got?
Nobody can take away
I got
estate
My crib a little a bigger
20 acres match my figure
I’m no bigger than this life
But I know I am God like
In the image of the man
Humbled by
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
From the jump I always knew the girl was trouble
The girl got demons, like yeah a couple
Don't you chill you ain't the only you the option (You
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