Lyrics:
to get higher
They couldn't see a diamond in the rough they just walked by her (Shit)
Oh yeah respectfully
Dawg you on some weird ass shit you can't sit
oblivion, missing the clues
Fooled by this white washed tradition
Refrain from these chains in your mind
Take a little time just to recognize
You're stuck in
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya
Honey drive by and said
I'll do anything for you, kept drinking up
Hero of my wife
Tell ya man stop sticking her
Master's coming
I'm not saying you're not
had lost all you had
I'll make suggestion the intervention is needed
By someone like me who knows you've gone mad
Look out of your window one
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi, Magic City juke joint
Mr. Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul
(brr)
And don't you dare run, uh
We shoot pole into your back
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom), look
Bust down, byzantine
nature
Gotta take the, triceratops by the horns, crash it into the gate of
Mother fucking estate of
The guy that makes Now-N-Laters or maybe its Frosted
And stupid shit runnin' amok
Oh shit, this is crazy
Hey, you look like you have
A lot of money waste i do
Then come on back, I'll give you something
Oh damn
time
And now there's no time for me to press rewind
The clock's going tick tock
You won't keep me down
And looking behind there's just one thing that I
yer Damn right!
Makin' night plans
Lofty goals
But deep down
Your body knows
Even though
You feel fine
You'll be out
Cold by nine
Now you're home
Couch
Tell me again how you floated on
The clouds in the midnight sky
Lucid visions turn to reality
Looked your way and you stared into me
Chorus 1
Can
This this this
This is what the OG told me
Buy into yourself before you try to buy that rollie don't involve your homies
And that's a very reason why
I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street
Braced myself for the goodbye
'Cause that's all I've ever known
Then you took me by
sex before they're eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
Round three o'clock or so, I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
And even when they see you
Stack your O's by the book
They treat you like a criminal
Cuz your color's got 'em shook
Look man I got fam south of the border
Stay sharp, team... for all we know the Panda King is just as dangerous as ever.
Bentley: How can you say that? Just look at him, have you ever seen
the name, look at the trap,
Tripel the game, 4-4 my date, fuck 2 the name,
bridge
I know, you broke the contract, and you also threw me like trash.
I will
When I look into your clear blue eyes,
I could cry, I could cry.
When I think of what they've put you through,
You know it tears me up inside.
call it pot
Told me, roll me up a bone I’m be home by 4 o’clock
Yea, right in time for the daily smoke sesh
Stimulate your mind so you ain’t feelin' no
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
into the 90s
Givin you the highs and lows like a drama
And if the mic's got juice you know I'ma
Keep whalin, you know I have you starin a while
heaved
Windows shatterd
And guts of smoke erupted into the air
Artillery man:
LOOK !
THERE THEY ARE !
WHAT DID I TELL YOU ?
Journalist:
Quickly
One after
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