Lyrics:
to prepare my mind
Growing up hard times never slowed you down
I take a whiff of da melody and close my eyes
Every string, every sound by hearts design
Snow,
2 Swishers rolled up by my shotgun rider
Too lit I never hold up, never see me get quiet
2 spliffs got em rolled up while I rule my empire
I'm too
(Chorus Pt. 1)
Find my purpose
It’d be worth it
Self reflect
I do deserve it
What i’ve been through
Scratched the surface
Cancer got me
Close
Splash emoij by her thigh
Booby got me getting high
When i'm moody don't come by
Taking stems off the Akai put my cotties in her eye
Oh you rapping for
1. 24 Hours pt.1
Everyday
We live by the hour, Talking the 24th
ahh
Its so hard to trust people that be breaking they bonds
Life ain’t perfect,
figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
[Mack 10]
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the l.a. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab
two new ones
When they plastered those dip-shit's Dylan
Klebold and Eric Harris'
Pictures on the front of every
Newspaper don't be surprised if
Every
'm on two how 'bout you?
Don't say you shoulda did you coulda did
(Chosen one) don't say you
Shoulda did you coulda
Did 'cause truth is you wouldna did
Zalontez, Big Scar Young ,ZBoe
It’s Never Nathan
THIS IS FREE RUN Pt. 12 Hoe !
Issa Real Muhfucking Bear ! ( Uh )
Fuck I Look Like
Ain’ Never
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
junkie
I be on that shit like Pookie
Hit the strip club
And make a mothafuckin' movie
PT nigga your truly
Me and Nick off in that Dulley
Alabama Line
And classmates laughed when the Buick rolled by
Remember, I pulled my privates out in class
And from Farmers to Dunkirk you straight whooped my (woo!)
Cash PT bitch
Nah this not cash PT bitch
This that heart rap shit
Yeah
When I float on the sky
I notice every single rocket pass by
Look down
betters days
All this time I had to dedicate
To the T and the strip had to get it straight
Two cups I'm still medicated
Money dance when them rackies came
Yes!
It's that nigga you Love 2 Hate!
Yes!
You love 2 hate!
This the song I dedicate to niggas who love to hate!
Look me in my face, I'm that
dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage for this
Pornstar dancin'
Your body's lightin' up the room
I want a naughty girl like you
you're receiving from me
Will be
One awkward silence
cnd two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
cnd all I want this year is
Open the door
Is there anybody home?
The Doors Of Perception – Pt.2.
A door in the dark
Should I knock or stay outside?
‘Cause what’s there, so
could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew me when I was broke
Workin at Burger King, hustlin dime bags
Keep it shaking, Cali keep it quaking
Cause the Ryders got me
Bringin home the bacon
Show me love, and it wasn't no mistakin'
That I would dedicate
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
I'm addicted to the vibes
So we drinking by the bottle
I'm addicted to the grind
I'm addicted to the hustle
Money on my mind
That's what makes me move
I wanna dedicate this song to every workin’ man and woman in this country
And to everyone that’s tryin’ to run a business and constantly punished,
mother fucker and I`m gonna get loose
'Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one
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