Lyrics:
physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy
(Don't look at mine, get yours)
Baby, baby
Okay, after these messages we'll be back with
The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
(Don't look at mine, get yours)
Baby, baby
Okay, after these messages we'll be back with
The Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this
scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
was only appraised at forty-two
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
of people, who
can't hit you back that ain't an option
Rollin' off a doobie, I'm feeling lost in it
Bitch I'm really 'bout it I been often
And don't you leave so easy
With vice I hold the mike device
With force I keep it away of course
And I'm keepin' you from sleepin'
And on stage I rage
And I'm rollin
come out, them lil' niggas throwin ' fours now
And you know, Peezo, that my brother, we move this shit by pound
And we get this shit just by the bow,
come out, them lil' niggas throwin ' fours now
And you know, Peezo, that my brother, we move this shit by pound
And we get this shit just by the bow,
my emotion this feeling been stuck
I ain't been hurt by a killing in months
I put my pain in my verses in blunts
Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut
the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'
Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak
Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock
Bust one shot if you're
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
get the smoke out this doobie
Fuck a xanax pill yeah rollin' off a Stizzy ya dig
Ok I been rollin
Rollin Rollin
I been on a roll like I'm the chosen
One and I been swimming in this water that is frozen
Ice on ice and all this shit
all because im episode
Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows
Everydays like valentine hah i keep it rollin
Never made a dime for rhyme
your friends
I'm here with this dilemma
Mesh 3arfa aspot
Shakli hakot
Wakteb le geel a letter
Ayooha al azdeka2
Who been caught in a mix
Clouded by this
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming"
We'll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
the best of you
Late one night I was rollin' the streets
Just thinkin' about what's goin' on with me
And trapped in this thug life, tryin' to break free
But
Feel like my brothers trying to take me out
I'm feeling like Mufasa
If u felt like he wasn't real
Then why he on your roster
This world full of fake
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin' up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just
smokin', look at this bottle I'm holdin', look at my life
Look how I'm playin' the field like I'm rollin' the dice under casino lights (uh)
Luxury
forward to the rest of our lives
Used to keep my picture posted by your bedside
Now it's in your dresser with the socks you don't like
And I'm rollin
alike minds
We get entangled just to keep the ego alive.
Peace to brothers who stand for truth and not a lie.
This generation needs the gods
To personify
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
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