Lyrics:
kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)
Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up
On some niggaz who try to get buck
In the fashion,
the way)
I'm the only way
We can fornicate
Ah, pimping and posing
Look what I drove in, ah
Having these hoes and I know that I'm chosen, ah
I live by
that junk-freighter
Miss, let me get the cat like ALF, a mouthful
Earth Girls are Easy but
Tonight's it quite doubtful
Come on, ain't no felines fit in
we was headed for
'Cause only trouble had vision in the telescope
A piece of mind better than Mission Impossible, who want impossible?
I take a bird in
Whack niggas sleep rappin' and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
You were cool ten years ago, your
come by, she had a vision
To study, to focus and make wise decision
But in her younger days
It's hard to say
And both parents getting hurt
Mom couldn't
parked across the street
And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week
Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep
Atlantic office
I feel like I'm Toucan Sam
Different color vv's I'll show you on cam
Rocking Rick Owens getting fly Peter Pan
I was raised by wolves I ain't get
bucks enough
To trouble and have your blood pressure bubble up
Man the fuck is up
You don't like your life level up
Get a job get a shot or shoot yourself
shit (they ain't)
Go on 'head, let me get this shit" (let me get it)
He like, "Fuckin' with your uncle gon' get you in trouble" (no)
I'm like,
left his designated spot in the sky and went down to see who this was
"Hello" Said the Sun when he reached this mysterious figure
To his surprise
car parked across the street
and then it hit i ain't really slept that long in a week
matter fact i don't even remember falling asleep
atlantic office
this food
And if you only pray while you in trouble
Yous in trouble too
Don't get caught lacking or
He gone buck atchu
And niggas smileeee in yo face
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit
(BUCK-BUCK a nigga) what the fuck
This is hip-hop to the third degree
Murder emcees, send 'em up
Throw 'em in a burboun truck
Throw some gasoline on 'em, light
I'm saying?
Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like
drank, sippin' Wock by the paint
Rich nigga, I buy you my friendship with the bank
My boujie bitch be actin' like she loyal, but she ain't
Fell in love
think you want this nigga
So why you trying to buck it up sweet, kiss and tell, all up on this nigga
I'm too goated for these bitches, had to put them in
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
just bees in the hive
I came to get down but you never come around no more
No more, no more
Things ain't always set in stone, no
Oh well, good bye, hello
Damn this a bitch
We ain't gotta motherfuckin' thing
Ring CJ do what he doin' in Cali for ni a
(Hello?)
Hey wuz up nigga it's Face
(What up
road, Im racing the apocalypse
(Slam!)
I'm gassed up now
I ground pound Im so fly I pull the sky down
I'm Kurt Russel when there big trouble in buck town
They're always there to hold your hand,
In times of trouble, they're best of friends
Break all my thoughts hit the floor,
Like I'm makin' the score,
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