Lyrics:
the boy speak
My eyes red my blood red its all in my head
My eyes red my wrist red the boy bled Yea
My soul dead my mind gone I stay blown
I ride low my
gonna make my shoulder sturdy
Had the wok it was the thickest had to mix it like McFlurry
Pocket watching with myself be fighting with my thirties
Yea he
thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline
But like my Bone Thug niggas they ball show me the light, the light
Caught in the line of fire boy if you
, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
of the beach
They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep
Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean
That's when I top wanna say about your dreams
We
nigga talk that crippin' to your kids huh
Still down ten toes in this shit huh
Keep a shooter at the gate on my crib huh
Put a price on ya head
Ain no stopping me
My third eye yea bitch it peek (uh)
Yea she gone squirt in the sheets
Like the last supper everybody gone
Eat
get to squeezing
Devil on my shoulder I ride with some demons
Con la Maria ando bien al tiro
Sigo mi rollo ando en lo mio
I might just mix the Gucci
Young and deep I get calls around the globe tryn' help me (Gang)
I can't sleep, Free my niggas I can't wake up at the beach that's Bordeaux beach
of forms
Technic is dropping, bodies leave them warm
I had the static, put them in a stasis
You loss your head if you step in my places
Twelve Moons ain't
then right in your liver
Was a big boy that put a slice in the middle
Ya head fast think you hold a mike with the killer
Don't mess with the south homie
on a nigga cause a nigga gotta a little bit of cloud boy
Shit talk shit down anyways
So turn my music up and
Shut your motherfuckin' mouth BOY
[Chorus]
your body went
I'll scratch my head just like I had lice
Fuckin' with Dragon's a fatal flaw
You would need a lot just to take me on
Like strappin'
on my shoulders?
Get off of me yeah
Get off of me yeah
Too damn grown, I don't owe nobody
Get off of me yeah
Get off of me yeah
Why you tryna put
you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Tony, come on)
You couldn't son me if my father
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
wanna dispute that go and supply something better
Ah, ah, ah, better not be one of my features
I'm a leader by definition no matter the situation
I don't
but you don't hear me though
Live in stereo, pumpin loud until your speaker blow
Ghetty-o slang pro, sling rap for cash flow
Keep it live from
it your job to protect people?)
Getting walked to my cell (we got a white boy)
Walking through jail (woo-woo-woo, woo, yeah)
Shit is like hell
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
gettin' you high on the funky sounds
This is the way we get it on
B-Boys in the house 'til the break of dawn
See, I mix my style up like a cement mixer
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
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