Lyrics:
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
young spirit
Believing I can fly
Released from lies
Its all revealing
Searching for a healing
The process, Most High willing
Raised in Travis Circle
Field
got a lot
Control
Now I'm all grown up, aah
I'm in control, uh
I'm in control, aah, I'm in control
Uh, don't make me lose it
believe I'm your man, got full support of your friends Ayy, we be doing our dance, that boy fucked up
And he did it on Kam, he should've stuck to the plan
really thought he really had a hold on me
He really thought
(They thought they really had control of me) he really had
Listen, I've got problems of my
sentiment has to get in it while it's wet cement
Or it won't be evident like a mute person's impediment
So he'll embellish it while wrecking it effortlessly
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
I ain't have no hand out went and got it by myself nigga
She gone wanna fuck cuz of the print up on this belt nigga
Riding four deep in the whip but
I'm home.”
He was wearing a trench coat. With beer it was stained.
And his shirt was clawed to shreds by Shirley Maclaine
He had a fat face
Cowards die by day
And Caesar fears no death
He holds the gods in shame
Hero till final breath
Death look into these eyes
What dangers should they see?
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
not derail
Don't lay your head if you shit by it
Got skeletons, but my shit private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'mma send a threat
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
till he got my present dude
1400 a mile and it's wearing all metal
Fuck on yo bitch now we coming together
I'm the new hottest when I step in your city
You was so wack, I don't wanna hear your mixtape
His diamonds so wet, he got it out the fish tank
I swear all I do is crank like I never think
I
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
by the banks of the sea
Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time
Until she wept for sor'4)
"I would give all the gold in this round world
one"
He gave him some loot n' he laid it on him.
So here's ol' Jack he's got his ticket now,
He takes everything he owns.
He wraps it on up in
in the flick called "Juice"
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Duice
Gets paid to sex
immobilized it's no suprise
That his brother took control of the reins to the empire
He drank heavily to deal with the pain
And was lost in a world of women,
right to be a lil' pissed off
He picked you up, y'all got in argument, he got his shit off
My energy like, "Get lost," your energy just want peace
I
like he's fallen off the surface of the industry and you know
He doesn't hide it at all
You know Jude and I are very close
We're very very close
Oh I
keeps him fine, but it's all in his mind, just wait he's not even in his prime
Give him some time and a piece of mind." Fine
I've been climbing these
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