Lyrics:
retrieving his Ass was like fifty two pick up
I'm a wonderful magician asleep full of tricks and then
*poof* gone in a minute divided by sixty
That's a snap
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
weight flakes
So much bread, we build lead houses
Run in the shed, seen dead thousands
Faces, we call 'em big noses
Flashin' in the farmer shit, grubbed up
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
I know is that I should have spent another minute or two in the end
In the end
In the end
We're all nothing in the end
In the end
In the end
We're all
forgiveness
For the record she should be in Guinness
From the way I made her cum in minutes
I ain't lying I put dick in her kidneys
She opened it wide like she
how I feel when you tell me I'm shutting you out
When I express love by carrying weights I don't want to carry
Longer than I want to carry
Acting brave
Skrrt, skrrt, got my weight up
Gold-wrapped ten stack, got a nigga geeked (skrrt)
I go shoppin' in Europe, nigga, I ain't cheap (skrrt)
Lost count, put
sense has deserted you
Because now your mind is neuromarinated
By two barbecue chief chefs - you end as it is stated
With you I have never dated
you but don't mean it i'm aware
Put my feelings aside leave the rest to God but
Fuck me over again I ain't playing fair
Leave me left for dead you said
They always coming from behind me
Always ahead of em 10 steps
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 steps ahead
Prayer hands to my head, aye
Bible by my bed,
The last minute sorta like having a car
Trying to drive with no gas in it
Surprisingly, when I pick up a pen
I'm passionate
Passing all of my energy 'til
My
decisions lately
Don't hate the words hate the rapper hate the spirit baby
Don't hate the verbs hate the nouns that I've been spittin lately
Cause
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
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dead weight Try to enter my space with the hate man they must be crazy I'm out Here on daily Gotta get another bag by the day break And I cant stop now
might be out of my head space
Feel like a dead weight
Waiting for the day that I can relate
Equate me to the fakes and I can't help losing my place in
praise
And kept pulling my weight
Know this life can be too hard to balance
Every single day (On God)
Made a promise
I ain't stopping til I'm dead in my
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ya can't
Rather win, lose or draw stand your ground and hold your weight
And if ya still can see your ribs get ya weight up, quit ya hate
Cuz niggas
Can we vibe for a minute
Take a ride and we spinnin'
Round the block then the city yeah
I'm surrounded by real ones
And we bound to be winning
All
the least obeisance made he
Not a minutes gesture towards me
Of recognition or politeness
But perched above my chamber door
This fowl and salivating
teens
We rather live in a nightmare vs live out our dreams
They get the 2 4 1 cause 1 brotha dead the other locked up
Some of em got some kids already
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
that
Was made for road he was a juggler
Plus and old school smuggler
He used to send the youts to
Get the food from Columbia
Back and forth two north
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