Lyrics:
to find the pocket got a lot up in my sleeve
And it's hard to make a profit yeah I might still be naïve
But a long shot is my shot as long as I believe it
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
Everything is temporary, be sure to face your fears
No one really knows why the fuck we're even here
Causing trouble on the playground in the first grade
With
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
mashin', we ain't asking for nothing, we working for it
Push it, peddled it to the people, they can't ignore it, this is for
All the independents, a few
existence itself
It does not know. It is knowledge itself
How to know God, page 130
They brainwashed my great uncle
Brainwashed my cousin Bob
They
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
[Chorus]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it
Them Young niggas wanna be me
Them bitches all say they like me
My squad love me
They can die for me
Pull up eyes red and
Am smelling the leaf
They
tremble
But the dreadlocks say, fear not
Stamp foot and flatten a raindrop
For in Bob and his children's temple
It is strictly reality we are dealing
ripper
Imboded scissors
Roasted strippers
Golden diggers
Molten quivvers
I just be rotatin' digits
I be livin' cuz I ain't a cribber
Drownin' swimmer
Bob
that
"The best thing you can do and be is you
This world ain't got but one
So give credit where it is due"
Ain't that the truth
And here you are,
ain't lastin'
This little town is gettin' wild as hell
Check the penitentiaries and all the jails
If they could lock us all up, that would be just
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
Steadfast, you know I'm staying loose
Swinging for the fences, like I'm Bob Abreu
I come in dead last, I'm not gonna chase you
Don't want to make it
is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt that
through your flesh every tooth is death
I got a rebuttal for every no so hoe just save your breath
I'ma make you take em make you appreciate em, make you
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
for the simple fact
That tomorrow she can tell all of her friends it was whack
But Fuck dat tho this about me
They say my whole fan base is missin id
she vaxxed it'll be fine
I'm On demon time that mouth is mine
She's addicted to pleasing me like dope
I allow her to gasp for air six times to give her
and dad, could never be described by any Magnitude
And when im feeling lonely ma your love is Overdue
Cause You created movies Born up from a photo booth
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