Lyrics:
a "yes" like
Consent to the umpteenth degree
I'm living my
I'm living my
I'm living my own life
My own life, you bugger
My own life
I'm living my own life
nothin, whatever you're doin is makin my brain feelin the touch
Eliminate hate, open the palms and carry your babies, I sing this song
Walk in the garden
'll repeat the first nine, first nine
I'll repeat girl
I'll repeat the first nine, first nine
You're wondering what I see in you
In my scarlet skies you are
get you anything
Louis Gucci and Supreme
Death by drip the first degree
I'll always be on your team
Stick like lakers and Kareem
MVP let's get a ring
you been all my life
Why don't it feel like felt on the first night
Now it's so hard to find two words to say
Now the kids are looking at me
right in front my mama
She don't even say a word
She just damn near pass out
Fuck around pull more cash out
Told you I was 'gon do it
Moving by faith
niggaz better mash for our dreams
Who the fuck can stop me when I mamash for our dreams
Haha, all my niggaz in jail mash for our dreams
All my essays,
on my wrist
I got my degree in the concreate of S.C.
Comprised wit gettin paper, an started investin in me
Utilized my hustle skills beyond my record
I did a lot of bad things that give me bad dreams fluffy up in flames I can still hear that cat scream
Hook
Since my days as a boy I had the same
Murder
In the first degree
That's what you get when you're messin with the Busy Bee
Yeah, murder
You better write your will
I'm Busy Bee, I pay
Man we finna eat
Man we back in this motherfucking booth
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Sucka ass nigga
I thought you was my motherfuckin'
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
some kind of first base coach
I luh I like my egg poached, hard over easy!
In the drive through, hollerin' at her breezy!
All my niggas havin' fancy
Iraqi, Israeli
So I'm wondering really
What could you actually tell me
I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully
So, back with this pen
hard to digest.
First I open my mouth then Im covering my eyes (gulp)
It's not easy to squeeze your heart in your art but I do and I make it poetic
So I
my fears
I hold my head high, i can finally breath
It almost feels like i am living a dream
(Verse 2)
I feel so alone, though, without you around
you my baby daddy
Where my money
He like, I don't even think it's mine, honey
Illegitimate babies in places all through the United States
So much
she's there if I'm in need
While I'm at shows getting tempted by girls that are on their knees
You know I'm only a teen, it's like my eyes started
'ma call up Tray1
And he gone' fuck up the stove
You a junky my nigga
I know you play with your nose
Call my jeweller tell him put
5 karat's in my earlobe
We
'm on some Tom Hanks shit,
You ever seen the movie big?
My heart is trapped in '85 the coolest place I've ever been in my life,
We watchin' Smurfs, eatin'
Yo
So this one goes out to my younger days
10 years old behold ur first fade
But worry not cuz that person is your brother
Time will prove
by force
Greater force dey my back, all the stops me m'apa ho
First born, so my mind dey ground
Second born de m'akye, i no for make he frown
I for go
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
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