Lyrics:
Did it by myself
By my own
Anything I got
Yeah I own
Did it by myself
By my own
2203 that's my home
Did it by myself
By my own
Anything I got
Bitch I
our house? Well how can I explain
When my little boy and girl ask me 'Daddy, what's a train?'
We climbed into the car, drove down into town
Right up
said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., OG, Bobby Johnson son
Ask me
down the BQ
When I buy franks, I make sure they're Hebrew
When I entertain, and love to treat you
Love to see a girl in a nightie that's see-through
When I run for prez, you best be a voter
Once knew a girl by the name of Rhoda
I watched Star Wars just to see Yoda
Or R2-D2 driving down the BQ
When
up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all
This song was first released on the rhymes and reasons album. it is the only album it has been released on.
I told you that I loved you
You said
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,
calcium low, elevate bad to the bone, oh that's
Tough, blow me if you hate me blowin' up, yo hold up, they hold me
Down, they hold me back, I hold a grudge,
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
Yeah Yeah
I told them I'm floating by
Told them got too many shows tonight
Being cool be way too cold to cry
Might as well try
To make it to the top
Get out the wack sack
I'm in my Flavmobile cold lamping
I took a G upstate cold camping
To the Poconos, we call a hideaways
A pack of franks
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
ain't notice
Still I see through the bullshit let me enjoy my roses
I was down, I was hopeless, up the price, no woe is
Gettin' money you know this,
I’m on a roll now
You should just stop now
You need to pipe down
Before you get knocked down
Cause, I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll now
smack opps and keep it movin Aye
I I I I I got alotta pride
When I'm down bad I can't look In my momma eyes
Yeah we grew up traumatized
Whoa that shit
I remember the photo we took
Cause you taped it in your old scrapbook
It was August down by the brook
We drank the liquor from our parents that we
around you get hush mouth
Talking down while you looking up you a suspect
Backstabbing like a bayonet
See me winning got you upset
Twitter fingers
to worry me
But they can't hurry me unless it's an emergency
And if it ain't, huh, then please stand by
Imani needs to take time to plan mine
But if I gotta
without the crew, nigga
Up North Texas, see me flexin' like Lex Luger
My down and die bitxh, Pirus my best shooter
Xrazy with the shot, Virginia Tech
The Girl
Kick The Can & Hide The Belt yy
This Was Like Nothing Else
She Said I’m Telling Yo Mama
Then Would Smack Me Run
She Use To Tell Me To Quit
But
Half a century of service
(Unstoppable force)
No signs of slowing down
(Immovable object)
Unless you're coming with me
Get the fuck outta my way
So
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