Lyrics:
Good my nigga, I heard from you in a little minute man, just wanted to call and check up on you man, you know
Best my nigga man, shit man, yeah man
The rain falls down on last year's man,
That's a Jew's harp on the table,
That's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined
ayy, ayy
Hand in your man, we will fix ya, ayy, ayy
All red right now, I'm no Clifford, ayy
'Cause I'm a dog when it comes to fuckin' bitches, ayy,
only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not
hear from
It's the funky man, the brother with the same sound
I've been coolin about a year and some change now
So hand over the microphone cause it's my
little piece of me
I thought was missing was right here by my side
In disguise
Pull up to the party, rock out like carti
Give the energy live
Rock out
the league if my growth spurt come in, on my mama
2009, bro dropped The Warm Up
I was in warm-ups playin' Weezy
And Yukimi, Little Dragon, flame breathin'
shit
Yeah, that little chick is hot but if she got rabies
I wouldn't give the bitch a shot, I'd poke her in the rear
But I bet if I licked her, she'd
You
It’s true
Have a little patience
I’ll dispel the smoke
Your sight will return
Just like “City Lights”, and I will give you some air
So that you can
let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas
(Sweet Little Lisa)
(Sweet Little Lisa)
Well the works whistle blew
at a half past five o'clock.
I saw the red light at the corner,
man I never
trying to get paid
I mean look at how well I have my stuff displayed
And the cars drive by in a frickin parade
Cuz I've been doing this for almost two
Do it, whoo, little nasty girl
Yo, man, see that? Damn
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Hey, girl, I like your flava, wish I could be your neighba
Must be
Little boy running and the little girl too
Got the money tucked up in their hands
Over the wall and down into the street
Give your money
a feeling deep inside
Some ... wasn't right
The way he proves himself a man
By beating his woman with his hands
Oh I wish that she'd seen the light
How can
deal such a bad hand
Like my brother who got killed by a man
Man, and I never knew
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to
They said
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can't really say what you mean or what you
the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in a can like some Anheuser Busch
Jeans too small,
on the row nigga (put your hands up and shut the car off)
Aight
(Shut it off asshole)
It's off cuh
Ay look at blood and them get jacked by the ones
Nigga
Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong
My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that
in wordplay while the world plays with my emotions
Hoping a little poetic therapy can keep me from needing a therapist
I hide hurt in haiku
"All little
Baby here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you've got come home with me
I have got some good old lovin'
And I
still the fucking man
Fuck you saying? Niggas in the little league
Still pitching under hand
Guess I’m swagged up, and my block on
Gucci belt diamonds
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