Lyrics:
Your bih ain't that hot
Your bih is a thot
Your bih on the clock
You sit on my glock
Sit on my glock
Go call up the doc
Run outta time
Shit go tick
blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no
cochran break your pride in
I shacked up before you married up
Took the ring, pawned it for an acura
Doc, breakin the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet,
on beast mode
My niggas winning
Some blue doc and some weed smoke
My niggas winning
We still live by the G code niggas winning
My niggas winning my niggas
with the Doc right
(By your side)
Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder
Devil
a hospital in Valdosta for twelve whole days
I would've gotten out of there sooner if my
Doc wasn't so fixated on drugging me up
Instead of realizing what
nothin'
Shoot him in his back for cold frontin'
Let him hold somethin'
He with the Devil down south
Tell his ass to walk it out
Burner in his mouth,
the Southside Raleigh
You'll be runnin' outta luck like that
What I mean by that is
Why your name always in these rental records
Spendin' rent money gettin'
saw your bitch and stuck my dick in her
Call me a pig skinner
It ain't no time for all of
You silly hoes point blank
And that's just how the story goes
we all dying for love but living in fear doc
Appear not
As it may seem
This happy surface got you fooled thinking it may be
112 in my life, now thats
It is the do or die show it to me year for Doc
Danny is good at drafting rookies ready to rock
Some are untouchable and others on the block
Keep
the mic and then I clear my throat
First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat
It's Eazy for me to come off like this
So you can kiss my ass where
having lights
The oldest child of 3
Lead by example
Guiding light
Yes I just pray for better days
Can't settle for minimum wage
Keep my feelings in a cage
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This field guide's got no soul
Digging for the sacred
In a man-made hole
The soil
brought the flavour
Oh
Stop all ya wastin
Aint got time for patience
Oh
Yo Chance getting slimmer
Hope you squeezing thru the door
War of the words go
on a nameplate but the chain fake
R.I.P shirts
Repping under stress
But couldn't nothing prepare me for what was coming next
Two of my close thugs murdered in cold
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground
Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
redundant, I'll separate your body from soul
Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control
Now you're over there, body odor is pungent
For coming out
of thinking prepares a soul for the fall
With so much un-forgiveness pack a long Uhaul
That orphan mindset tryna take what you can get
For the moment till its
to figure out all the fees
The price on your soul is getting high in these streets
Don't ever let them take no bites for free
The grocery store is selling
Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo 'cause) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone
Ay,
[Hook]
See a party aint a party til the Doc walk in it
the party get it started til I hopped up in it
then it, got so crunk one minute
say she
poop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe
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