Lyrics:
Man on the Hammer.
Champion Champ Cali call me Whoodie for short Hommie watch what you talk catch a hole in your heart Pow.
Round these parts Place I
through your block knock your skully, these bullets got turn 'em to ghosts
Stuck in my dreams, yeah
Holes in my lungs, I can't breathe, she watching me go
tryna to jerk me
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna to jerk me (a dedication)
to forget we're not bulletproof
And anger the heavens by shootin'
Holes through the roof i told 'em the truth
And while no lies leave your lips
Feel the world
This dick a cheat code
Sometimes I need you
To be on your knees
You said you got need
Well baby me too
I just need be in control
Ima grab you by your
leave my soul
Hurt me fast then let me go
Bound by faith am I foolish
For the morals of my heart and soul will always win
I can see my demons
Their
a little off
In a black and white world
We're the color red
Square peg, round hole
We don't fit in
We try to start but somehow fall behind the trends
I
a fucking pulse
I got a mind like a steel trap It's rusty and frowned on by authority
But as my luck would have it you went and got caught in me
Now misery's
wrist finna have them bitches blinded
Diamonds in my ear finna have a nigga shinning
Thought I made it clear by the way you see me grinding
Think you need
mama the hole you left inside of me doesn't get filled up
Every time I trust in people they make it worse
Every time I try to close our chapter it keeps
too late
The whore in my bed
The noise in my head
A hole in my pride
It's coming and there's nowhere to hide
It seems to me
To be so contradictory
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Friends I used to know are coming by
To ask me if my situation's high
'Cause sometimes I just stare at the sky
Up is
up in her big caboosie, know i'm rollin up a loose leaf, dodgin cops they loose me, if i'm caught they'll use me to get to da bigger fish, fry me up
Fifty-two car deckers
Reppin to the world till the law come and get us
You jealous fellas
I'm puttin holes in vendettas
Twist your body
With two shells
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
money you got?
Get out my pockets homie, let me just get a regular eighth
Alright well, come on in, don't touch nothin' either
Here, smell this, this
Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred be and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we smoked them phat
While we
dollar's for a tape, Too Short and Freddy be
Money in my pocket's all I ever need
It was me, Fred B, and Freddy Brack
Dipped the sermon sticks then we
You told me I was the one
Then you left me all alone
Should have known better
Than to trust forever
Led me down this rabbit hole
Felt it in my heart
by far in ya life
I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms and mushrooms
And my 38. specialist puttin' banker's in they tomb's
I'm one, shot, killed,
The Devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You fucked off with the wrong clique
So your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, move
I lose grip with my head
Every time you're with me in bed
I lose grip with my head every time we're in bed
With my head
With my head
Every time we're
snapped into so many pieces,
I was left to decease in the streets, but i was saved by demons;
Screaming out into the night, but yet no one could hear me
has spread his arms in all it's pride
On other side, in places where i see the bright
On other side, hear me out and bring me from fordless hole
Lead me
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