Lyrics:
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer before we ship
We be really in the mix
Big ass stones
Good morning to you (la la la la la la)
You're mine
Good morning to you
You're mine
Good morning to you
You're mine (yeah)
Good morning to you
Ignorance was bliss
Hopeful soul working feeling blinded by the mist
And look
That money did a lot for me
I was a good kid playing double Dutch when it would
K.C., Kurt Cobain!
On my dead homie ain't nothin' gonna take me out
Until the Good Lord say it's time for me to go
So Imma stay up in this ho & keep
the country's raped
By the robbers and the cheats
They'll lead you by the hand
Into the promised-land
Into the next world
That's the third world
Shutting down
You know I had to do this shit
That blue shit
Drop drop drop drop drop out by the corner store
Where I met this broad
Brought her home got it in
Let's take a trip down
I gotcha
Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery
Rain, grey skies, seems at the end of every
Young black life is
it is
To see the magic metal horses racing past our faces
Cedar Hill Cemetery
Mile marker 99
Squealing in the dead of night
Followed by the flashing
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
Or could be canned
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
Well living with a lying man
Could never really hurt
But living
around the block
Niggaz know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Bitches know I got it to got it you know I got it good,
Written by: Daniel Ware
I live by the knuckle and fist I fight
Bing bang boom
***** good night
Sword sharpen bitch I’m a knight
Step with the left
Step with the right
I move
that county jail where I was fighting for my life
Joy come in the morning but I remember all them nights
When things ain't looking good I walk by faith
something good before I go
Yeah
I did it all without a budget
Kicking in the door they’d rather see me kick the bucket
I been drawing on the margins
You've seen me once or twice
your really good to me
I just want a slice
Of all of that I see
I want a bit of spice
commitment issues comes
And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nigga, ass, nigga
Last nigga, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nigga
The obituary leaves the last
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his
in the cemetery
My headstone is the centrepiece
When it's all done
will anyone remember me
Will I be in the memories of my family & my enemies
When
up in that bumblebee (Skr)
All you smell is cologne and good marijuana
Told you I was that nigga but you
Didn't listen, I know you regret it
Tell me
sis'
I just took him to the
Bank to make a deposit, aah
Mmm-mmm, yeah yeah, mmm
She see body
When she lookin' at a young nigga
I fuck her good
Now she
frequency umm that can be caused by finances
Lost a love one
Or just not feeling good enough
In here to help
I’m here to say hello.
They say depression is
PcRT OF YOURS
(Words & Music by Gabriel Crenshaw, 2022)
VERSE 1-
clways some extenuating circumstances
Before you know it I panic
cll because I've
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
[Chorus]
been shed by the wounded and the dead
Ow
Enough blood has been shed by the wounded and the dead
Ow
Listen
(Stop the war, now)
Good God, everybody
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