Lyrics:
I'm good at (oh)
But don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
And get
know my name in Alba lounge
Oh wow I promised them I'll come by but ever my come up I act like I don't have time
And they act like they don't know us
to gain either
So what's the use?
My last name is Lynch, bitch
And I brought a noose
So I swear to God, you better mow my grass
Jésus you don't have to be
I put an ending to shit
I was brought up in fast life, surrounded by gangs
Dad was cheffing up those late nights, cooking for change
He told me
passed on the young side
It's bad 'cause a good friend's hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see
spills
Lyrical liquid, fillin' streams wit' dreams
And I will cream whoever seems wicked
Oral floral arrangements is strange since
You don't have
to see me
So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and
I have to keep the knife right behind me till ya by me
I was in the bathroom shakin the dick off
the music have strength
Don't forget all you dreams nor you hopes yah me friend
Ragga muffin junior gong a teach it like a Reverend
So all foreigner go
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
buck
I made it with no luck
I don’t give a fuck
I got blue dreams
I’m a make true things
I never see me losing
Or with the new team
Bitch
I got
I got
no defeat (No no no)
First it start with a dream, but then it turn to a reality (Yeah yeah)
You know I'm so close I can grab it wearing them glasses
containment
Like I said this evil is resident
It all begins on a fucked up train
On a dark scary night in the wind and the rain
And Rebecca and Billy are slowly
his neck
I'm tryin' to stack a grip so don't let me hit this dank
'Cause if I hit this dank, I'ma shoot me a bitch
Fuck it, *puff*, bang bang,
Five
the lynch pin of love is trust
An taught me monogomy is uh, monogamous
Plus, for you dinner by candlelight
Now don't commit before you sure you
Yeah shouts to RAW Papers
I'm rollin' up as we speak
Hold up nigga, what's your angle
Nah man, we don't fuck with lame-o's
My niggas old school like
Luck
Green beams on everything
My niggas make a scene
I'm living the life that you Motherfuckers dream
The city on my back, I don't need No help
Making
, dream, dream
Do you ever dream of me
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Do you ever dream of me
I'm living by myself and I don't need nobody
know I fuck whores outta habit
Who framed Cube, motherfuck Roger Rabbit!
'Cause I couldn't have and got stabbed in the back
By a black ass dirty
'm coming off the bench
Woadie had my back
Until up was how switched
Had a rope around my neck
It became my Marshawn Lynch
Now I'm tryna run it back
To where
saucer hovin' through the air
Kendrick don't have a spare, meaning there's
No two alike, you can bet it
And I guarantee I'm right
Like a freeway exit
I
don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die
I don't wanna live or die by the gun
I ain't gotta be scared but, I ain't
suffer
Some niggas gon' lose
Some niggas gon' lose
Promised land, I don't believe that
Had a dream and I don't need that
Please God, send us some jobs
came out a Mandingo skip Sally and go straight pro
Fuck around and become the GOAT only ever stressing over free throws
I can have my pick of Jezebels
unfortunately (I got you, though)
The world is just going to drag on and on (I know how it is)
And we have a poem that we've written particularly (I said, I
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