Lyrics:
picked up
By my pickup
I guess you could say she got taken for a ride
By my ride
It must be a digital hiccup
Or a high tech mix up
It's supposed to be me
world shit so the cold gonna let us in
Mix the rick with the vetements
I need a plane jain he need a better plan
Swear I thought I was invisible
Girl I
codeine fiends
OG by the OZ, and I still owe the weed man down the street
Monster magic off them Xannies, I might have me one
Mix it with the syrup,
underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
the start, yeah
Yeah, I want the finer things in life, not trying to pretend
I want the maid, I want the chef, I want the garage for ten
When I walk through,
the world so comfortably
Lived in a garage with three other dudes, I slept by the Delta
We moved to a trailer, shared us a room but I couldn't take it
Rats in
checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles
Bitch, tie my shoelace, off that Hen' and that D'USSÉ
I need my hoes by the douse
Let's make a movie, you and your roommate
I get it and get it
Came
wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki with a Minaj?
I'ma park this bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big homie
the cars go by
And it's alright...it's alright
And it's alright...it's alright
Hey Reese, check this out
And while the world trippin'
I'm sippin'
I
on
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
Feel like I've been waiting
but the stock going up like a garage door
Got a lot of people got my back better watch yours
I'm a do me there is shit that you can tell me
Know that
My world was going under
I needed lotta lotta love, but got a doctor
And I'm out of control, yeah I'm out of control
And I'm out of control, yeah I
Watch me mix my flows 'round While I finish off this pound now Catch me with my pants down
And i'll Stay proud & i'll stay loud
I don't even know
by your sweater doused with wack feather
The crib got the gangsta playa shit patent like black leather
I rap better than you, you, or maybe him
But
more, and you'll be better
And I'm out of control, I'm out of control
They say I've got 123, some kind of ABC
But that's all part of me
Hey, there's
negros, ahora tiene la manson plagada de cielos
le vino puta le dijo que quiere chupar el le dijo no quiero
you better stay out of my way bitch, i feel like
y'all don't know?
I'll give you a hint, see that bitch you with?
He fucked that hoe
Now look here, y'all ain't seen my watch, its like Harlem world
the opposite of chubby
Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me
Mix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugy
They sayin that money talks,
mixed punk with reggae
In the amazing song "I Want To Kill You"
"You're called the people of
The future generation
You're called the people in
A world
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
I was younger I murdered off some neighborhood squirrels
And this abandoned garage was like my own private world
Now it's "Honey, I had a bad
light
Demons came along and nearly took my life, oh yeah
World was going crazy in the isolation
I'm alone day by day it's a violation
Staring at the four
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