Lyrics:
still on 10, might take that loot
The old folks see me, they like damn, Lil Dooley, you grew
I be like, damn, let me put you down
Oh, I go by Spiffy now
cosigns for Kyle and vice verse
I'm defined by my verse, it's gross like net income
You win some, you lose some, not me son
I got more profit than the old
to explain to me the four noble truths
We suffer to live and live to suffer
I don't know if that's what he said, but that's what I got from it
I guess I just
so well,
A Big Bang, I got clientele
And from the time I was only six years old
I never forgot what I was told
It was the best advice I ever had
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box
the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me
the gravel, play the words of the Big Apple
Broadcastin' live from the pits of the battle
Wigs split and rattled, get shook out ya saddle
You ever hear me
the process, put in the work for your worth"
This is the way of the world whirled around.
We live in a world on two different axles,
Four wheels to get by,
One
a plastic smile
Live a hollowed out meaningless number sentenced without a trial
And all those who knew didn't know me when my love left a 'dear john' note
My
removed, now that's a goodbye
Allow me to reintroduce myself
It's that same nigga from the hard city, who else?
Ha, live at the barbecue, genuine article
Bitch I'm bout a flip flop
Teaú on the mic, it's big pap
Stay fitted bitch no mismatch
Anyone in front of it's mismatch
Off the grid, stop blowin my phone
Shit's real for a nigga
Living day by day
But I'm never gonna cry
All I gotta say is
This is the world
That we live in
Where it gets colder every day
is non-negotiable
Cover up my goofy type
Demeanor with the smokables
Get the John dudes to approve and relate
But it just ain't me, I'm Leo Messi
Now she's praying and she's looking at the sky
What a trip, it's the life that we live
Gotta keep trucha, cause I got it on my hip
But I'm not dumb, I
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
it, I beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga
The world ain't big enough for both of us
His name was John only 14 but his game was strong
He liked to write raps till the page was gone
And every time on stage he would think he's home
By
morning she woke up vexed
Big John loves chilling with the mandem
Hanging on the block smoking with the gangdem
Thing about life we don't what
The doctors put to rest their scientific test
And they named me John Doe No. 24
And they all shook their heads in pity
For a world so silent and dark
the BX
It's funny how I walk around with
A 45 and a 3X
Big chain get you smoked like I love Lucys
Just me and my Cubans, I love Lucy
Finna age, look
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
meets old school hypocrisy
"What we do is fine
But our women must live honestly"
Word spreads, other people's whispers twisted
This innocent love into
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