Lyrics:
feed 'em, they're drivin' me wild
And I'll be happy like a newborn child
We'll be together, girl, you wait and see
No more walls keep your love from
gon make it happen while you look to the sky
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's don't ask me-why
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, smokin' pounds of green
Oooh-wee, you see, the ugliest
Money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness
Nine
Popped a bottle, champagne, we toastin'
Suicide doors on the coupe when they open (Skrrt)
They didn't believe in me (Nah)
Check the stats, number one,
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
cannot afford
Loco, what's whipping good?
Said it click when you hit with the fork
I'm true to Allah and I don't fuck with cops, keep me away from that
really
Rich nigga's paying for the team
Sniff the eighth and feed Lily
Lily is a cocaine Willy
Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly
Octopus soul
when the occasion is risen to by champions,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it
attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or
Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed
want green
Black limousine drinking codeine
Grills on my teeth, girls on my feed
Yuh what they want mean, what do you see
Yuh what do you see why so
rest
No less
Charge and water green plants collar
Feed it, soil what you offer
We're shy
Drive by
Eyes tied
Who'd guess
What next
Where next
Confess
a astronaut
The way i'm getting high yeah
Pour a 4 up out that wokky bottle
Leaning right
I sip codeine
I sip wockhardt
I smoke good green
I smoke zaza
Please
on me, yeah-yeah
Pressure 'bout no bitch
That's what I don't need, yeah-yeah
I been out getting rich all by my lonely, yeah-yeah
Pull up on that
yeah she hungry from the cream
All about the green
Window shopping for opportunities
Selling her soul to the lime life
Just to get by by
Hit my phone no
Now I'm by my lonely
Wish you woulda told me
That you had my back
before I turned into the cold me
I hate who I once was
But they all miss the old me
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me... listen here
[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless
It make a n**** lose focus
Empty beer
to go but up baby
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me, listen here
[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless
It make a nigga lose focus
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me, what the hell you doin' smokin' on green
Gotta be drinkin'
an 8 day by day
Dried harambe spunk held just before the door
Glued to the mousetrap knowing nothing more
Cleanse, feed, shine on me
I am weak
Shine
feed them
Shield them from the cold when they freezing
Play pen to state pen
All us youngings affected
By the way that they
Conflicted
Avoiding
basements
She says we're pretty
She want to be our cat
All these little feelings fallen by the wayside
Uh huh uh
You really let me down and
Sitting in your
on
It's cash for everything around here
That's just the way it's been for so long
How'd you like a coke in a green glass bottle?
It's colder than that
No flash pot pan, guitar man
Or resurrected Apollo myth
To seal your fate
Feed your plate
And just plain worship and adore you
But the pills you swill
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