Lyrics:
with five fives, real fuckin' street ballers
Identify troubles with the first quarter
But I'm on the right path
At this rate, I'll be sellin' slabs by
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
to the back
Try to go all the way down to the first track
Let me see that, I'm surrounded by the pack of
White kids trying to hear shit that I did
We kinda
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
to the chin
Get down wit me, and I'll be down back
Put my dick in your mouth, your gonna hear ya neck snap(Crack!)
In fact hoe, fuck off my bus
Ask
hard on your body
I think you're gonna be, um, shocked at how difficult it is
But I applaud you for trying it, I'm really excited for you
And like
I hope you're ready for me
Now gather round
I'm the new fool in town
And my sound's laid down by the Underground
I drink up all the Hennessey ya got
take mine
Ima do everything that I said I'm gonna do
Write it down take a picture whatever you wanna do
A lot of showings but I am the one that they
on
But theres a problem thats why
I keep going all wrong
I’m gonna slow it down now
Think of my lyrics until I go wow pow
You are free with me
and the scratching of chalk,
and as I get to the room I hear the teacher say,
Mr. Young I'm very happy you could join us today,
I try to sit down so I can take some
things come around
Truest to myself what I'm doing right now
Yeah uhh ay
With all that time I had to spend
Just get to this
Just to get them to listen
I'm
nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it
Down on paper, so what you feel?
I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour
Never
Rollin' hard with five fives
Real fucking street ballers
I did five trucks since the first quarter
I'm on the right path at this rate
I'll be sellin'
write a letter to an old friend
Just forget her man
Glass of wine a cigarette
I should buy a TV set
It's ten thirty now
She ain't gonna call
Stop
is always running
Humanities in a whirlwind of insanity
Realize, our heroes meet their demise
When they perform an act right before our eyes
I’m prone
sport, it's called hip-hop
You suckers can't hang when I'm rhymin? fast
?Cause your mic doesn't have enough power to last
But when I slow it down
my side she be down for whatever
VVS in my diamonds but it's just a letter
I gotta go get it I been a go getter
I'm keeping it cool but she want me
of grave
You and I are gonna live forever when I get drunk
Writing love letters, the texts, sippin' on the red
I thought it better to confine to the DM's
wanna see another day I wanna live to see my fate
Wanna live to see the future with the one I call my world
I'm gonna push so I can go ahead
Used to sit
belonged
Now aint that the truth, huh
I pull my weight, live my life long
They all scoot around sit em down like I'm big dawg
I attain, gave em free space
Testing 1245798
I’m on some real hard shit right now
Back in the city they clapping again
Cuz when I’m on the stage it’s a party times 10
But I walk
Feed me knowledge a little taste
I been broke but getting better
Working hard to get this cheddar
Spill this ink to write this letter
Promise you'll love
that she got to smirking
When I told her she inspired the favorite of all my verses
And she liked rap
Said if I wrote you love letters would you write
ways
cbout this rap game
I want you to sit down and hear me say
I am not a shamed of the path I made
People tried to push me off my but I stayed in
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