Lyrics:
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various women I'm swimming in like a shark
Hold up, that was the first one
Let me run it back and restart
Young
posse, in the studio with the kottonmouth kings
Put your thinkin caps on and think for yourself!
[Chorus]
Think for yourself man don't do like they do,
life
In my first semester in high school
That's why at school I did it big
Humpty Hump nose done lie
In school you got punched and
Got your lunch stole
I
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
with a shield attached
Shawty always wanna argue, I can't deal with that
So instead of facing my problems, I walk away
And I leave the relationship in
All alone I anticipate the first fresh blade of green
The young hydrangea blue, in bloom
Pink rhododendron too will all be gone by June
But now that
really get away, get away
This the first time that I felt good in a long time
There's gotta be better ways we can get along
I say my opinion, you take
Yeah
Got this girl on the list
Let's make some racks everyday
Got thi girl on the list
Let's make some racks a day
I got my n*ggas in the studio
sent her south
That was after kissing
Got some money in private plates
Nah
Man have to put them away & invest in days
the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts
So I got in my car and I drove over to the donuts shop
And I walked on up
wouldn't drown
She wanted Fendi Gucci
Fuck that shit I ain't paying for coochie
I shoot my shot
Just wait till I'm in my prime
Max studio time
Jewels that
greatly successful, she decided to buy a restaurant in the United states of America; and immediately made the first child (unborn at that time) the owner
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
that flame
Ayo we gettin' out our dreams
Gettin' out our dreams
And we gonna buy some things
And we got him out of Queens
Talkin' 'bout my man
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
warnings
Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
High status in traffic
Bad energy, getting static
Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon,
choosy
A drive-by means slow cruisin'
No 2s-in', it's been no shootin'
No proof and I i just got to breathe
Is someone watchin' me?!
Yeah, they gon' let me
to the same cop's bum
[Mysonne]
If I could start from scratch, I'd bring daddy back
And put five in the first cat that show mami crack
I sit
I've been around for a minute now
One hunnid, I'm in it now
People that wasn't there back in the day talkin' bout
Man, remember I'm winning now
I could
in '70, fuckin' '79"
"Everybody was on my line, man"
"Nah, nah, '87, that was my favorite shit, God
Polo shit, everything, everything was lovely,
tracks, made 6 or 7 racks
A couple days later on twitter I saw this photo of myself and I was grinning
That 4K camera of quality had got me tripping
So
like
We was on a first thing smokin' nigga to LA
We're gonna work with Kanye
That shit was crazy
We walked into the studio and nigga was eatin' pot
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