Lyrics:
this bread
Wow
Dodging all this bullshit
Like keep my head down
Fingers to the sky
Bullet to the head now
Sirens are ringing
I guess I'm deaf now
In tune
around now I'm somebody
Middle finger in the air with a hope and a prayer, I started this
Never had no money then my daughter hit
That was
Cause when I looked at myself
It was going all wrong
I've got to change my style
I've got to do something different
I've got to be in my world
I've got
anymore
I've got this problem with my aging I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar
And I can't help being
money huh
Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come
You can't see me no more
I'm out in the country chump
With a girl from Capetown and
I got her from
Yall been sleeping like too long
Boy I'm ringing the alarm
What y'all want what y'all need boy I got it
Boy my stock blowing up like a rocket
Hearing
shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck
I've got the magic stick, I can go
Get crunk
Lil Jon & Them East Side Boyz, bitch!
Back in this motherfucker one more time
Gettin' y'all fucking motherfuckers
Crunked out here
Get
do what I say like Simon
Crib imported from Easter Island
Polynesian floors in my living room's stylish
Cabinets in my kitchen made out of blue
Man, she split a drink on my cream Wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin', she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin'
swear that you love it
I just left from Newark
Got bands in my luggage
Play with you rappers, my nigga
This black mack take out my dick
Take a piss
wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face,
bringing MCs
I will pick up the phone, start ringing MCs
Bars inna my touch, bringing MCs
They know I've got Skeppy on my team
We were on road, living
a row, that's just a game
Big rings in a row all down my fingers
I can't even hold my baggage claim
Tryna snatch you home, my Lithuania
Pass, do you
cant face the void
Dig my fingers in the dirt and push until it's all destroyed
Cant come back to life until I'm levelheaded tell me you're the one I
seeking
Strumming love songs
Got my Strato' cat ringing
The king of the jungle
Hear me roar from a tree limb
All over you
Baby I'm a bout to leap in
It's
a nigga blowed up she wanna have my child
Im jus working out her pussy got her throwing in the towel
Smoking on this dope got my head up in the clouds
They
ain't got none
Yeah
Yeah
Take a look at my past
Niggas wouldn't even preview where I've been
It was dark
Now I made it right back
Young King in
cursed to live forever Infinite the name/ so whats left for me here/ all this stress in my ear/ must confess im in fear/
Soundbyte ears ringing off/ phone
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Ain't no diss
Keep pushin' me unless unless you wanna get hit
Uh uh you too drunk
Got ? with lock two fist ready to pump
Khujo in this motherfucker
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
in that case, in that case, what do you have?"
He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels"
I said "OK, I'll take
sold
Matter of fact it never even got the time to sprout
So you could never give me body or come in my house
The Flavor Unit is doing back again this
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