Lyrics:
second, best
Ian fucking, less you, cutting, checks likes it's
X (X)
M (M)
A (A)
S (S)
(Logicalzae)
Im about to hang
These rap bitches on a tree
They my
shoulder
Adjust my tie
Don't blink or I'll pass you by
Asking for nothing
Taking every win
Up or down, I'll strut to the end
Monday rolls around
Oh,
Raleigh, never been to LA
I ain’t tryna talk I just want the top like a toupe
Cop a quarter on Friday
Had a 8th by Sunday
Fuck around and had to cop another
to the play by play
He's just waiting for one name
He wants to hear his son get in the game
But the boy's not just a hero
He's strictly second team
Tho
Another Friday, another whiskey
Last weekend she was sitting here with me
She gave me nothing but second chances
So I don't understand why I don't
a black Beatle
Then I need a ten second drum solo, bitch, see you at Woodstock ah
ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Big shoes
Still a whole lot of room to grow into those
Ten Toes
Homie that's the way I always stay down
Y'all trying to be the heroes
I'm the villain
goin on six eight
A man went down jimmy went in third and long first and ten
Crowd went wild touchdown jimmy said i came to win
Chorus
If your gunna go
and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire I'll
Shed so many tears
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began
August, why you trappin so hard?
Made the bitch run down the block by ten whole yards
Try to break in again pull up ten whole guards
Call that bitch
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
Yea
This for y'all that say we don't write enough
We don't write enough
Yea
Ten toes down, fall down yea
Those days turn me up
Yea, yea
That was back
Remember what you ate Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
But would've done on Monday but you had to go to work?
Don't worry about it, come on down here
Second time, they took out one of his lungs, he said, "Take 'em both!
'Cuz I don't fuckin' need 'em! I'll grow gills and breathe like a fish!"
Babe Ruth,
up, 'cause they got caught up by trickaz now
Lock down to all blood clots, Malik and Warren G and we shakin up
Spots
[Warren G]
Plots, when we
best time is ten, seconds from now
Man down man down down a man lost a brother today
A lonely mother will age
Man down man down wish the tragedy could wait
Don't know how to cope
this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line,
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
No limit chain around
got her ass in my face
She yo girl but I got her by the waist
Feelin' up on it
Bet she feel a 9 in a second
Maybe 10 how she grindin' up on it
Shit I'm
Till my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can't compare my
Swagger to another
in my vision
T'is what it 'tis but then again isn't, wit' how its been it isn 't consistent
Switch up the scripts to trigger the trippin to ten outta
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
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