Lyrics:
This stoop is my throne, this hood is my home
And the sky's always blue by the brownstones
We in Brooklyn, it ain't no Beverly Hills
Basically we
True say I got juice cos I concentrate
Had to drop tunes and give them a taste
But now they want more so I stuff their face
Trust me I take good care
I had enough, had enough
Being with you was rough
Maybe I'm not made for love
I can't understand this stuff
You can be blessed by love
If you are
of scene, and it's just all about looks for him
You dig? like, you know, real flashy, like, stuff
No kind of in depth, nothing, and I just dey
She say she fed
and I'm ready to rock
This is how it goes
Yes, I rock so good, I rock so well
I ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-a-dang
Baby, I'll ring your bell
Yes, I'm
to get chose tonight
Ridin' my leather and wood, hey
Hit the door I feel dynamite
And all the fly girls lookin' so good, choosin'
You choosin' that [Go
as a surprise to you no more
Yeah, it ain't like before
First time to the third time
I saw a life chain with no alarm
I saw friends change by the clock time
Struggling with stuff inside
These thoughts might have potential
To kill if I’m not careful
I’m not existential I’m just
Barely getting by
The money I’ve been
just don't shake like that
Step Three
Make a searching inventory of all your good shit
Step Four
Inventory taken,you hand all that good shit over
apply to the rest of the world!
Death by RNG, it's how everyone goes
Death by RNG (Why does this happen?)
It applies to people other than you
Everyone
One Dance
Because I love you
I get tongue tied around you
I never say smart stuff around you
I never say anything around you
That makes you want
good let's go die tonight
Can you be my light again
Lead me take me by the hand
Help me sleep my Ambien
I don't really wanna wake again
Can you be my
and just feel free, right now
Telling me and telling me and telling me the good stuff
Wanna be the only one to ever show you good love
Never would I lie
dream and I don't even need to think twice
I get high and smoke weed just like I should
I don't need to be reminded I'm good
Don't judge don't judge by
had no new clothes just ratty T-shirts, and jeans and stuff. I had minimal shoes, no make-up but soap?and no furniture. But FUCK did I have a beautiful
good, not true, bitterness inside of me, stuff I've touched that I ought not to touch, places I've gone where I ought not to have walked. And I look and I
Oh finally, finally (here we are)
And for good, are the three, follow me (It ain't far)
Even though if it was, you could make it to the start
a long ride, with you by my side
I'm goin' to hell right now
In my mind, I think I'm gone
In my mind, I can't turn off
I wanna have a good time,
And hit you with lines of how your O.R.
Good with seein in the field, good with the solo
Half Spanish n**** cook a brick with adobo
Smoke weed holdi'n my
doing so good.
I had a wonderful life, with a healthy household,
And beautiful wife, and a pot full of gold. Ha.
Then my wife spent my riches all by
Than the good stuff (right)
His ink sleeps while the military look tough
Look, im sorry, crooked priority list
But Mr uSA-up-all-night's blackened
and my team
To every single voice out here telling you to follow the King
You'd find that we all are some broken pieces of clay
Kept together by grace
stuff, put a hundred for some food
And discover some love
No beef, no competition
So let's drink some bubble tea by the ocean
Yes, yes, yes, yes, sir
the struggle, you know what I'm saying?
It's all good baby baby
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in
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