Lyrics:
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one
I got a light-beam gun
I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from
But you'll die through
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
I'm working a nine to five just to survive
Barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused
on the waist
Get up out my way
6ft I need my space
The straw break the camel back
Average Joe nigga with higher tax
Hump day it feel like another lap
Marathon
gets harder
The shovel won't behave
I just dug myself
Into a six foot grave
I need a new dimension
Got to Supersize
A Jacobean ladder
you're made of.
Come at with everything you've got.
All my life, I've waited for the day,
When I could just drive.
And get away from this place.
I need
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
We having a war outside
I need to be more outside
I wish I could do more I've tried
It really rains and pours outside
You got a vest where your badge
A kind man knows a blind man holds grudges
A wise man knows a wise man knows nothin'
I thought I told you mother fuckers I ain't need a budget
I ride
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
All you niggas so full of shit, I'm convinced you was raised by a anus
When I come thru, you know a killer in the booth
Drop top coupe, finna shot out
All you niggas so full of shit, I'm convinced you was raised by a anus
When I come thru, you know a killer in the booth
Drop top coupe, finna shot out
(like that)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame
(like that)
Ninety-six gon' be that year
I bet you never heard of a playa with no game
Told the truth to get what I want, but shot it with no shame
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a charger
Or you are dead
Social media
Facebook, twitter, instagram
All we do all-day
And liking post
Sharing posts
Watching news
I don't know
All this
don't need the rush
I just need somebody in my life that I can trust
Life is fucked because everyone sucks
When you fall down and hit rock bottom, only
Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up six feet under anyway
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keeping score
Can't take champagne to the grave
We all end up six feet under anyway
It doesn't matter who you were before
'Cause no one's actually keeping score
sharks you hear the sirens
You walkin' corpses, we was fine
But you had to change our mind
Now our numbers up up by 9
dial 1 1, hope you die
Call em
'm the problem solver
Put one foot in my dojo
And your gonna need a witness like Jehova
I can do this all day long
Hit holes in one but i don't play golf
These
somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp
said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like
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