Lyrics:
jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun
by myself i was winging every time
Sitting by myself I was reading through a line
Drifting by a cell but I've never done a crime
The cell would be
Showed you how that money pile but didn't show you how
That ain't your friend
He want it all for him
Until he fall
Don't want to see they dawgs live
going home and he's crying by the telephone
But she'll spend her quarter somewhere else
[Chorus]
And just a call to tell her that you love her
That
of buildings filled with doctors
they give me pills to help me see the things they say are real
I'm out here by the ocean on a park bench with my blanket
Stranger I know where you'll find her
Down the road from here about a mile and a quarter.
You'll know the place by a shackey barn
That stands in
Hello, hello
I'm Murphy Lee and I'm Zee Lee, yo
And I'ma muthasuckin' L you N A T I see, say what?
Yo and I'm here, 'cause I'm here
Yo, plus I'm
Hey Travis, this is Dad
Just callin' to see how you're doin'
I'm not at home right now
Uh, I'm off tomorrow
Um, I'll talk to you later
Bye
ha you finna pay
Imma go sicko mode and kill like a Travis rave
I'm too hard for xans or any prescription
I go live my life while I'm sober
With
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
Remember Me ( Patrick Day Tribute)[Extended]
I am Patrick Day..... Yo yo my brother (You knew this
One was coming) we down here missing you. In
the Travis Scott Nikes
That wasn't like me
JayCab Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
The old me a thief I grow from
I fiend the fortune
I feed the broken
Flow apocalyptic
I'm
outside
Never rest never sleep thoughts just multiply
One by one individual anxious lives
I'm talking to the God in front of me
I'm talking to the God in
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
Deja vu like I was there before
Days fueled by Adderall
With some extra dose of something
You ain't ever heard before
Ay you ain't heard before
Who
If you got the dice, put it all on
Live by the sword or die by it but sometimes you gotta fall on it
Hey, ain't it funny how the dumbest niggas know
marching orders
She can't even go a toilet
Let alone escape her quarters
Should be right there by her side
Feeling and keeping her watered
See the light
stories encased by glass housing diasporic black power
This is where this Nusu nigga can thrive not just live
I'm sorry Paris but this cities vibe shall
remember struggle days where we could barely get by
Now I'm out here makin big moves yeah bro you can deny
Reppin for my label lucid fuel yeah we boutta fly
season niggaz be lookin` for a reason to rush ya
So I suggest you put up your bootsees man and pull out your buckets
(kaveo)
Here`s another part
Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh)
From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains
Broadcastin' live
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