Lyrics:
I don't give a fuck about my x hoe
Yea I know that this shit supposed to be depressing
Man you really had me thinking look that I really had
head in the clouds
Clouds in my head
Got my head in the clouds
Walking on a cloud
Hey
How could you let this opportunity pass you by, pass you by, oh
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
Get up, wake up, open your eyes
Take up, Puerto Rican judo class (Puerto Rican Judo)x3
That's, the only alternative that, you have to pass
Living
you're buyin' is a fifth wheel
They gotcha by the ying yang
More dollar for the big bang
And when you have to have it
Somehow you always find away,
We back to relapse
On a block called "The Trap, "
Its windows blackened with rap
To them ten strong in the hack
Dragging this song
We back to redact
the reality behind it
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth
by limiting competition,
that our countries were nothing
screamin no blood for oil
Groups of recruits get fitted for troop boots
While business suits shoot hoops eatin fruit loops
Yo I don't understand
Scallion pancake.
Mystified, electrified, mummified, oil fried, contextualized.
Scallion pancake.
Look at that there deli, they must have what we're looking
Yo, Yo... what was i....?
Ladies pukin' when they see me, 9 out of 10 women
But the one freak who about it, I put my thing in 'em
X 3
Ladies puking
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
and miles
Some move oil or fruit.
Everytime a train goes by, I wonder what could be inside
Choo Choo, here comes the train X2
It’s rolling on the tracks,
Ay boy you don't need no
More of that oil boy
That's enough lick for you boy
You ain't my nigga boy you be
Throwed off that random boy
Murk him off
(2x)
Oh babe
(3x)
She can't help it but dance to the track
With her booty on me while her man's in the back
He's a PC, girl I'm a Mac
Anything that you
be spoken of
Well, I’m trying to have a lost summer
Chorus (2x):
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
It’s a lost summer
No
flossin in my heavy chevy/
X2
(Verse 1)
I feel like an old Seven tray impala/
Wit no doors and no windows/
Wit no oil/no g*d dam**d water/
Been riding
shinin that's fo sho/bitch I'm clean that's all I know and I'm ridin in the drop real slow/bitch I'm clean that's all I know when I pass by watch they
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
woke up and the world’s still ill
Another ocean tainted by a oil spill
I wonder how many kids the wars have killed
Another family struggling to pay their
and lurking
Bookbag
Leaving the hideout Nipsey Hussle in the tape deck headed 10 west
To the Big Easy skyline winter wine fine, Three breezy
Periodic table
one
Trying to puncture on my life by filling up my lungs
The shit you call air, but I call it death
'Cause it makes me choke and lose my breath
My
I slept amongst the dead
Ate the flesh of dogs and black leavened bread
I pronounce the three unclean names carved in bone
to consult this mantic
the best
That I can be
You ain't messing with my calling
Or my destiny
I will not conform
To the enemy
I got three by my side
that's the trinity
I
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