Lyrics:
on the gram
Fuck how they feel
I might call Eric and get some advice about the business, he steady holding it down for The niggas
Though we don't kick it
hearin' some wanna clap, they don't fuck with me, nigga
They say I never go back, well that's a luxury, nigga
It's somethin' I can afford, so what they
long cigarette
What do you know all this time
She's got me in her scope she spoke, says
"The devil got you guys by the throat
Your conspiracy theories
cut me clean in half
Cuz even if they think I'm gone, I'll come back like "hehe", laughin
It's 2:32am
Hit you with two 32s, just let me do what I do
And when I smoke my purple I'm gon get high by myself
And if ain't D-roc on the side of me
We ?? bitch can't even buy from me
They call me crip, his
Me and Eric be was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all world covered girl I said "Hey lady I'm
Sorry if You're in a rush Don't let me hold ya
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
wonder I get speared by my peers, yeah I'm a target
It used to take a nation of millions for niggas not to be
Amerikkka's Most gave America hope
Back when
9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
I smoke weed back to back to take the pain away
And make you call it while you go out on a rainy day
Plus, drama beat me down and that shit make me
If you got a minute, call me back
If you need a friend, call me back
If you need a brother, call me back
If you need a lover, call me back
Why did
(E-E-Enrgy made this one) mm, okay (dumbass)
KrispyLife (it's with a K, dumbass)
This one them ones for me (mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
This one them ones for
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
thing
You're back talking to the guy who broke your heart
And he has my first name so you call me by my last name
You didn't even start to do that until
Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air
Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair
Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back
Then she
We catch them hanging on our block 4k banging on they ass
We ain't playing with you bitch
Out the gate we finna blast
They say Eric caught a body,
out!
Eric: What? Sir, put ur hands up! Stop! Stop!
[Verse 3]
When you see me in the halls, you better call the feds
Cuz when I roll up on you, I don't
a fly effect
I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture
Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be
about what you doing baby pick up your phone and then call me back
I pull up I shoot
I'm pullin up wet
I pull up and dump
I'm buying anything I got
me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts
me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after
madonna
I was ya Eric and you were my donna
Roll in the bed and I'm callin you mamas
Name Tommy Hills but she callin me thomas
(She callin me out of my name
you know your socks are too damn small
The heel should be at the back, not at the ball
If you didn't know by now yeah I'm fucking Chris
But at least I
Birds and Benji's I get that shit often
Snaked by some niggas that's still tryna off me
So I bought a Jesus piece walking on water
For all of my
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