Lyrics:
the whole aura
Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her
It's all about quick whips and fast knicks
Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips
My
A-yo Ice, man. I'm working on this term paper for college.
What's the First Amendment?
Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
I'm fucked up in the head
All I want is that bread
She just tryna get fed
Want to get ahead
But these fuck niggas wanna try to hold me by a thread
gimmicks
But I can't my heart still wit me
And I don't lead it by desires that'll only spark a fire
I can't roll with them they ain't no good so I seem them
drunk text and protest
And still you coming home to feel a grown man
So my love is always hard body
Let’s be the only reason you around huh
By the way,
can play my game,
But I wanna think twice, so retain my claim
And I'm kinda mad at myself, cause I let you get the best of me,
To confess to me, her
Oh
Arizona
Got me crossin states
One step at time
Don’t trip
It’s your first go
Don’t pressurize it
Slow down if you need to
Hold tight if you need to
"Shut up" (Manny, shut up)
Always so glad when I send you a text
Like, why you so mad by the way that I flex?
I ain't been down bad till I saw your face
I
standin' by the bar
Soon I saw you girl my dick was standin' hard
She so wet I make that pussy fart
Pussy good, I just might buy you a new car
Girl you
now
The boy Zak G is here to stay
Oh my goodness you hear that production God
Produced by yours truly
And co-engineered by the legend himself
This some word to the earth shit
Word to girls who could learn how I work to discern when I'm hurtin
They gon' get it first when my chance go from
to be defeated
By some freak mix of Shady friends
Who may try to make this beef stick
But any chance that my foot wont' snap off
Into their greasy ass,
die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For
I got enemies, lot of enemies
Want the end of me
And bury me, that by any means
Necessary, yeah
And friendin’ me, no one friendin’ me
They is scared
to cars
I got a bitch out in the D that look like Nicki Minaj
Got a spot out in the A, shit it came with a lake
Bought my first 7 grams started scraping
find my self doing the same thing
Each and every day
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Tell me everything is gonna
Be alright
1, 2 , 3, 4
How long it
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
I'm stressin' every day
So I stay away, I maintain in my own lane
And I keep rollin' on with this mad music game
I know what I'm heading for, the money
cap in my rap no bap
The Mandem lost in this world no map
Jakes all talk keep it all no yap
Gyal dem mad sittin on my lap
If it werent for the bros
I'd
for a candlelight dinner
Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her
And told her, "Even though I met you in a club in a tight dress
motherfucking child
So you can get some fucking sympathy points?
They can't feed they fuckin’ family
Because you mad at what another man
Stickin' his dick inside
remains homeless
Killers off the leash, at the mouth
They be foaming
Mad dog mad dog, my goonies be some mad dogs
I'm in the booth zoning
Like 28 grams,
to spend till his knees bend
Then the athlete's broke and his girl's in the wind
And my girl gets mad, cause I never spend time like I'm s'posed to
Plus I'm
around and wait and have em hold ya hand
Told myself you want it then go get it cam just have a plan
I started plotting in my room my notes was by
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