Lyrics:
Went a eight and a half, 29 ways
A medium search take a look at my face
You check up my hair and then you look in my eyes
Cause all I'm here to do
Yuh
Man y'all niggas be mislead and shit
Look like zombies out here
Ah
Can't take a joke
By any means
Coke addiction
Get rid of these fiends
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(me can't believe the girl have me under so much raps)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(make my
Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom, this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom, make you bust another shot from the glock
shit
I lost my mind
I can't get it back
The way that I'm spittin', yo
I spit ya fuckin' wig back
Don't front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with
and your goals is a mile-wide when it’s only just appearance
New frame of mind, is what I need to rock your open mic
Shouldn’t be hard if I let my attitude
Sour grapes
All my life I've been pickin sour grapes
So you gotta let me go cuz I won't be the bird that can't fly
See I was meant to soar so I know
You be all on my mind!
Takin all of my time!
I can run but can't hide
It don't matter where we go...
You was there by my side!
Love it when you show
Inside words and I hurl away
Until the world becomes my cemetery
This ain't no Child's Play
Charles Lee Ray can't stop me
I'm made up of demon's blood
and being chased by ghouls
There's vampires and zombies the whole kit and kaboodle
I can't seem to reach the last toaster strudel
I'm clutching my chest why
I won't make up with my
No I can't make up with my
I still ride round with my
Yeah I still ride round with my
I call the shots and I gotta Glock
I
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Cut off the TV Show
Turn up the stereo
Cause I wanna feel good with my music yeah
Cut off the TV Show
Turn up the stereo
Cause I wanna feel nice with
Cut off the TV Show
Turn up the stereo
Cause I wanna feel good with my music yeah
Cut off the TV Show
Turn up the stereo
Cause I wanna feel nice with
none of you fuckers
Ima die make sure you outed as busters
Blood of my soul on your hands
Skin moldy black I rot as I stand
I can't trust none of you
the station
Make a dedication
I'll be tuning in through the fuzz
You can turn me on while you're gone
On my stereo, baby
Tonight it's enough
To close my
Went a eight and a half, 29 ways
A medium search take a look at my face
You check up my hair and then you look in my eyes
Cause all I'm here to do
Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial
?
Be reminded by my words is what I'm saying is a crime?
A hundred digits on his mind and you gon' pin that on his kind I came up soaking in a pot
knacking
The way I kill the beat looks easy
My flows are flexing burst my rhythms
She'll mess up and act a victim
Always on guiding can't fuck with me
My
that mate
Yer-ba my type lets play a-dult games
I can't stop lean-in in girl
On my mind
Late at night
Block my sights
Off them tights
Make me high
Like
daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask
daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
By myself (myself)
I ask why, but in my mind
I find I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask
potholes
Now zombies on them streets
Niggas zooted, broke, depressed & chained up by some LEAN
Can't blame my ghetto yout
When government, a money fiend
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