Lyrics:
me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
And comin home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck,
do you stand? Gangster state of mind
Middle finger to the man
There's a cost the be the boss
And step one is selling Grams
Step one is selling Grams
it a Misses or is it miss, eh
If you're by yourself I'd like to take you for a ride
We could check the scene and reggae down, and we'll be singin'
world
If I could
I would give my whole world
If I could
It's like I can't be with you but away from you I miss you
Conflicted I diss you when really I
A; A little column B
Y'all gonna see it's a happy medium
I fuck with you
I fuck with them
I fuck with those
I fuck with these
I fuck with that
I fuck
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way
I could rap
But that came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second, I swear
I will say about my rap career
on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And we played a game only she could win
And our fingers
away from booking
Yeah my niggas dirty crooked I just had to make it known
And let me hit the studio to show they happy to be home
Now I remember
Tell me what you like baby we could hit the store
I got what you need
A little bit of drank and a little bit of weed
We could party all night yes indeed
could do it just like you
Just a little bit lighter tired with less fire
Stiff sanitized to the white people’s liking
Now they’re so inspired by
Got a couple friends who don't support you feel they fake as shit
Go a little harder, move way smarter and start claiming it
I'm happy that we made it
eighteen years on the assembly line
Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime
And that could be the end of this story of mine but it's just
to glow...
And the clock said:
"Na na na na, na na na
Oh Schmuel, you'll get to be happy!
Na na na na, na na na
I give you unlimited time!
Na na na na, na na
An icecream cone I'd rap him around
My little finger
Tighter then my baby could
You can make a tear go a long long way
When you're daddy's little girl
Well he
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
night
Last year my parents moved to different states
So I'm happy to be working in this homey cafe
While the owner is surfing in playa grande
It's
why?
I could've been in love by now
If it wasn't for Tony
I could've been in love by now
If it wasn't for Tony
I don't go with yesterday no more
blew the deal so now I'm all gone
I was prepared for just in case you messed around
On the side you could be replaced
But you could have found
Penqueno Juan
Frankie J
Ken-Y
Mamita why we gotta keep going through this
Talk to her Frankie
[Verse 1]
Just Yesterday you said you loved me
That
Intro:
Driver - I could blow a billion fucking dollars, and not be happy, but know how to survive. These motherfuckers will kill themselves
Me -
poop
But just rock, a by, rock, a by booboo
Let your fingers do the walkin, hey I'm talkin, yoohoo
Can ya, can ya hear me? Checka, checka 1-2
Ayo,
and day
I'm so unhappy and dissatisfied
I'll be happy if I had you by my side
If I could be with you one little hour tonight
And free to do all those
Oooh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin you
I can't figure out
I play
I could never see a friend
I'd have to practice without end
And as the time was dripping by
I watched the clock without denial
I got the window
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