Lyrics:
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what
You
fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all
close
Drank up in my cup yeah I'm sipping on two tones
Haters ain't ready for me 'cause I stay bad to the bone
It goes down
Hell yeah I put it down
Where
my face
I'm in a perfect place
Maybe one day soon we can race against time
I'll be waiting till then
Look around all I see
All I see
No matter how far
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Hey, what I am today
I made myself but I
ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Hey, what I am today
I made myself but I
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
and I'mma just gon' play
And bitches be tripping
Cause they don't wanna ever stay
Down with a nigga when a nigga's doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I
ambition
Past the streets we see past the image
Cause you're the last friend by the
Grave of the prison hall
And you're the first friend to tell
'em to be
calls to my dogs from the county jail
Sending me mail
Heard the block's in the same shape
Ain't nothin' changed
Niggas slangin' at the same place
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
conversation's never
Taken place and your Facebook face
Ain't the same when in yo basement
We know what you be saying, We ain't playing
I'm reporting it's
Lemme talk my...
I feel like this one of the only places I can come
And you know really get shit off my chest
Cause you know how niggas be dawg
You
I be high as hell, bitch I'm outta your reach
Your boyfriend be tryna ball, bitch I'm outta' his league
You don't want no smoke, you know I keep it
a winding road|Ain't no doubt I was raised by the radio||At 21 - I was born to run|ACDC had me back in black |I was raising hell then I lost myself |And 'Much
nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want
gotta live that… shhh
Shit be sounding analog
Everytime the bass hit
The money come in envelopes
Talkin bout a payment
Put you on a pedestal
Take you off
with everything I touch,
I want to heal, I want to be whole
I want to live in a world where fear is obsolete
Where my blackness is not a crime
My goal is
the person
To be some process in your progress or be the prevention
I just live my life and I don't stop grindin' until God tell me to
I get money, I ain't
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