Lyrics:
your girl, you're my man, promise to love you the best I can
See I've been there, done it, walked around
After all that this is what I found
Everyone
to
My school with a camera
I freestyled on his DVD for
A minute then after it hit the streets
I was known as K dot from Compton
Man Hootie probably was
off
All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-j-jump off
J-J-Jump, j-j-j-jump off, mm, mm, mm
Fellas, do your
my problems but
They seem so little next to her
Man, oh, man I got no money
Spend it all on my new honey
I got you and you got me
And that's all that
That's a ball drop
Come on akh, pretendin' y'all niggas on block
Twin fives put like ten of
Y'all niggas on shots
We could do it however y'all niggas wan'
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name and jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show so, it's all about Joe
They call her
Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name and jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show so, it's all about Joe
They call her
that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me wont gawk back,
Me, I'm growing old
All me friends are getting married
They're buying homes, painting walls, and starting families
But not me man, I'm off that track
you still on schnapp
Chat with all these fucks
Boys won't give you a god damn thing
Facts you're shit outta luck
Shoulda just took my hand and fleed
But
on my whores
And naw, I don't really do too many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man, let the homie breathe,
I was tryna make the evils all apparent
Very unaware it would be the mirror that I'm staring at
Honestly I'm fearing that
I won't be the greatest
Evidence, love it or leave it
Joe Scudda (yeah) , Rapper Pooh (yeah)
Defari (yeah) ladies and gentlemen
We got yours truly on the beat
It's been rainin all
Promethazine got me in a dream
Smokin' gas lungs collapse
Xanny bars take em by the threes
Man you need to relax
All these drugs feel like a junkie
It won't
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
to eat
Brews tested by the astronauts, turn the turn the watts up
Listen to what I said
CNN all day in your eyes and your head
[Khujo]
No longer can I
do it all yeah he rap and he sing
Talk all that shit but don't back anything
Hand in your pants but don't pack anything
I'm not about it but I'd love
Kept us up all night, always bitchin' and cryin'
I was still slingin' fast, the "Flow Joe" came out
Things changed, wasn't the same, wanted to hang out
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
these bands
When all your music is so generic and so bland
Man, I could do this in my sleep
In fact, I do
Every afternoon
Take a nap
Think up a tune
I
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
your way up
So kamala wanna top me
You been robbing
Get the topic off you
Avoiding every question
Cause you never do the talking
You got all the cash
Ice
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