Lyrics:
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
yeah, look, JG
Okay they see me do it easy so they think they can try it
It ain't tricking if you got it, if she want it, I buy it
They try to say i'm
only had an eye for himself
Went rogue durin' stormy weather; I know he cut you deep
Now, you never open up to peeps
It wasn't me and I'm not Shaggy
I'm
they wheelies
You suckers'll never feel me
I understand it
Pitch the rock we never underhand it
Clear-port we got another landin'
Touchdown in Miami
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
a nickel
Wacka wacka doo-doo yeah
Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true
Because the very next day, a local
never really cared til' I met you
(Til' I met you)
Uh, this wasn't typical for
Me don't confuse it
Only thing I've ever loved
Before you was music
Took
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
far?
The prodigal or prophetic?
I know perfection couldn't get it but my trauma has me feeling like I have to edit
Cutting corners like I'm tracing
of everybody I'm the one chosen
It got cold outside but I wasn't frozen
Don't talk about me you can get to know me
You can talk a good game but you can't hold
rappers getting stacks of lettuce
Low class acts covermags and edits
You better miss me with that trash for ya ass regret it
If you really wanna clash betta
like scob and shaggy
Gotta fulfill me hunger with some chips and candy
This is how it be on a nightly on a daily
The police tried to shut us down cuz
a Yankee
I'm up in London get stabbed by a shanky
I need me a Scooby I feel like I'm Shaggy
He speakin on me my bruddas pack em
Y'all n*ggas are dumb y'all
to fuck with
The choppa got a long dick ready to bust quick
I bust at
Any competition, they wishing I wasn't born
Taking shots like it's my mission for
of soaking it all in, and feeling alright
I wasn't even old enough to drive yet, it was hell
I had to put him on my handlebars and dump him down a well
I try
stopped you is it looked like you were taking a pee over there by that tree, looks to me like public indecency”
“No officer, I was getting a blowjob from
a deal it's not a licensing deal, IT'S ME
I gets my money! Cause I'm a hustler
But anybody think they can get rid of me
Man I ain't goin nowhere 'til I'm
of nut
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said Prince you're suspended
I said your tripping it's just
of nut
The teacher turned around while my arm was extended
She looked me in the face and said Prince you're suspended
I said your tripping it's just
don't disown me
I'm two seconds from calling the police to the crib
Cause I see a murderer in my mirror planning to end me
It always happens late
want me Six feet deep up in a casket
Trouble Just come my way I attract it lately I Feel like a magnet
Walk down the Road got the keys in my jacket
Got
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