Lyrics:
writing sixteens
Wondering why the coach let me off the team
Dreads hung so low they probably thought I was a fucking fiend
But I'm clean from in and out
always saying, "Stop complaining
You really can't ever expect too much
Boy, you were born with the common touch"
And we fall and fall and fall
a sea of opps
I'm drowning out the lost
Era of the fully awoken the eyes are open
They fall deeper in the coma Burn us in the cauldron
Wetter than
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
for them circles
Watch out for them circles
Boy you better watch out
My family try to reach me
They telling me I've got issues
They telling me I've got
big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this kush
Now
sleeve
My momma always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me?
And every time we touch, boy, you make me
sleeve
My momma always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and
And now I wonder, could you fall for a woman like me?
And every time we touch, boy, you make me
and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this
Had some nerve like pulling tooth-ses
When you sixteen, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy
near me in presence
Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter
To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their
Minds
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
my rage and violence
In time I learned a few lessons, never fall for riches
Apologizes to my true sisters; far from bitches
Help me raise my black
Sorry not sorry the boy is
Back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring
Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we
All up in
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
feelin' too much
More than a little bit outta touch
Stone dead from standin' still
Can't turn from the shadow that wishes me ill
A bone in the fly
little boys can't even fill voids
Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys
Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals
That
a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son you're going to fall
For that common
with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin' it, freakin' more fame
Than
these rappers can't touch me
Ugly? Shit, you serious? I'm hideous
I was better than all you silly kids while tryna figure out just who I really is
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
Now they're just becoming more and more about less and less
I disagree
Don't get me wrong
You're a talented guy
But there are new discoveries
we get to it get your candles blew out like you Jewish
Pop a bean ima chew it leave a pussy leaking out of fluids
I ain't sponsored by Nike just do it
tipping in forty-four
Andy the boy less talkin big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
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letters under candle, delivered by camel
Layin in a dug-out channel's kinda hard to handle
So I say a little prayer to my maker in this blood filled place
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