Lyrics:
right with the space ship god damn
Hop in a space coup
Baby girl I hate you
Break you
I've been tryna break you
You're see through
No K2
Take you
minute I stay woke
Every second I stay woke
I stay woke
(For my Family)
I stay woke
(For my brothers)
I stay woke
(Get them numbers)
I stay woke
(For
the pesos
Hit it one hit it two let the stress go
A few rats mad they seco
We out here getting all the queso
It get done on the minute that I say so
And right
prophecy
When we can't pick up the phone on real problems like inequality
The blood spilled over hate's enough to paint the town mahogany
We have less
Cruising through place I cant call my home
Hate every minute,but these people love it
I don't care what its for don't call my phone
Its 2 am, know I'm
was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight
And that was my first time yo, I was like tenth grade, in the studio
And I knew that this was what I
hate myself
Every waking minute I'm tormented by my fucked up brain
I've got no reason to, so tell me, why I feel like shit?
All due offense, I don't
racks got my wrist going numb
2 am, pen moving, never set it down
Running up the digits, bitch, I started at the finish
Now I'm counting down the minutes
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
(Yeah, boy)
Gettin' faded to feel alive, yeah
Niggas hate, never in my face
I've been famous a minute now, yeah
Tryna maintain, I'ma need my drank
double j reddick from 3’ with berratas I send’a you’)
Can’t be tamed’
Tame’
No I can’t be tamed’
Tame
Tame(x2)
Can’t be tamed’
Hate.me’ butchu ain’t
And got an ass on her like a Chevy 74
But yo man fuck a bitch
I don't get intimidated by no sucker shit
On the grind from the minute I been up at six
And if
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune
that is
(Just me up here, I guess)
(Oh, oh)
The magic of the moment snuck up on me
And caught me by surprise (ooh, ooh, ooh)
One minute I'm
Sarah for every minute
That she relishes in it
But I hate myself more for not
Standing up for Lisa back then
I was supposed to be her best friend
"Pay
lucky)
Funny watchin' two niggas beef that could hardly fight
Like Soulja Boy gettin' pepper sprayed by Charleston White
Can't forget about the Super
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
innocent (he did it, he's black)
If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo, think about that for a minute)
What if he was white,
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh
Money on my mind
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhh
Money on my mind
That's the caption
Get paid by the minute
Quit asking
Oh' what, oh' when
That's
Lyrics -
Yo, we ridin’ sideways, this way, that way,.
Fade the front, side 2 side, I slide in the back way,.
Lemme catch my breath,.
Then it’s
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