Lyrics:
(I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge
find a way to survive, shit is a miracle
We got mice in the crib and roaches in the toasters, rice in the fridge
Bread in the oven by the roaster
We be
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
them flicks on the fridge
Them niggas that you think are inna mix with ya shit
They the same reason Michael Vick's doin' biz
I say hold up, I met you,
Someone sleeps tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge
I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
a cabby
As we approach my tilt
Paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor
My heart nailed
crash,
A fist fight or two, and Nintendo for cash.
We raided the fridge, dogs raided the trash,
I got a little worried when the windows got smashed.
look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
you dig, your bitch is an option
Put that watch in the fridge 'cause it's drippin', gettin' sloppy
When it's too much traffic gotta get a helicopter
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
isn't supposed
To believe anything much
Unless it's supported by evidence
Lame foot soldiers get croaked in my vicinity
The ode for all murder, criminal
sodas taste the worst -
I don't even converse
If it can't quench my thirst what
You in my fridge for?
What you wanna live for? Life
With the dry mouth hot
do you mean?
When your mama a fiend but
Your lil' sister a queen
And the fridge so empty
It's hurtin' your self-esteem
Now to get out on the corner
about)
Reaching the valuable, touching the down
You came by yourself my darling
But you know we're not alone
Oh get yourself in order
Before they're
me or leave me alone
Headed to the other side, yeah, that's where the plug stay
Hungry than a bitch, I might just stop by the Subway
Lie 'bout two
Brick by brick mi nah go stop
Until mi build over
Mama zinc fence
One wish i wish
Protect mi head inna di street oh jah
So i can mek a difference
Brick by brick mi nah go stop
Until mi build over
Mama zinc fence
One wish i wish
Protect mi head inna di street oh jah
So i can mek a difference
by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose (livin' any way I choose)
Oh, you heard that I'm a rolling stone? (Heard that I'm a rolling
cuts from the fridge
Last year, about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
cuts from the fridge
Last year, about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
to kick 'em out
Silent wars in my head, it's more to go around
Man, huh (shit)
Repent for my sins then I turn around
By next weekend, do it again
and rock Wally tails
jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
diggity Das EFX we
should be full of strangeness
Like a rich painting
But it gets worse day by day
I'm a potential DJ
A creeping wreck
A mental wretch
Everybody asks me
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
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