Lyrics:
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
you cannot see abandon your optics
A hundred thieves all on yo back so don't abandon your caution
Made me a list so call me saint nick way I'm checking
all of my poise
And
All the fucking pills bring side effects and these noises
Now I'm feeling trapped by all of these fucking voices
I can't find
to go back in my soul, cause a nigga on a roll
I'll stay quiet round you, don't like my buisness being told
Only fucking with your soul, if it old
I done
Hand Is On My Cuete Cuz
Its Me And That's The Way Its Gotta Be
So I Be Ready For My Enemy I Pack An Extra Ammunition
You Trip On The Bala That I'm Wishin
to
My new bitch saying
They going to miss the old you
Yeah
Taking in the view
Okay look
Top floor nights change
The days that follow through
Back door
like Pete Rose
This year, I'm doing big things
Livin' day by day you know life ain't easy as it seems
Advice to my dogs, appreciate the simple things
glasses no longer are we sober
October, my birthday when's yours?
She said it was in May and by the way I'm a Taurus
Pour us two more glass of Aleza,
even sold his old car (woo woo woo)
Bought a one way ticket back
To the life he once knew
Oh, yes, he did
He said he would
Oh, oh, he's leavin'
students
So much shouting, so much laughter
Last night's underwear
In my back pocket
Sure sign of the morning after
Take me home
Take me home
As long as you come back home
No matter how far you roam
You are my daughter for sure
You've got some of my DNA
Life goes by in a blur
My love will never
my head
That couldn't be cured by joke nor pill
Nor bread
Slightly embarrassed, though my thoughts still clouded red
All I know is I'm not driving, I
the top's up
Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
Your boy's what? Three-years-old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck-and-neck, they
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
running on empty
But I'll get some sleep on Wednesday
I've got plans for the night
Never turn down an invite
I'm stuck in my old ways
It's not the time
and rounds shoot
I'm running for a way out
Ok I, I woke up feeling
Like I could die today
Make it home I gotta find a way
By any means, I know
Trouble lurkin
you can call home
All this to say I'm confused where to be
I mess up everyday and I fall on my knees
As my dream starts to fade and I yearn just to cry
rather be alone
Now that I'm alone I have you on my mind
So now I'm waiting by my phone
And till you come back home I'll just let time pass me by
I
Baby, she like to hit the whoah
I'm way too high off to the moon
Came back down when you stepped in the room
She can be my boo
I've been stuck in old
seen my family in way too long
Been barely getting by
I'll make it back to my house, even if it kills me
I'm driving through the night
I’m going home
magazines say I'm in
I don't really give a fuck
DC loving ya
I don't want it on my back
And they label me king you can kindly take it back
I don't want no
insane, insane)
The war is on
Yo
On rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch
Stood up late nights,
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