Lyrics:
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
dont really do friends no mo
I remember when they
Tried crossing me
Gotta stay with my steam
Just in case
They try ta press me
Gotta stay with my team
If
Nakita mo siya sa Facebook mo
Nakita mo siya sa friends you may know
And by the time you wake up
Accepted na ang friend request mo
Pero bored ka
the horoscope
And then a tv guide and
A best seller
A magazine my friend is in
And a magazine that I'm in
Paid for the whole thing by credit card
At the big
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
We can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
(Do it, do it)
It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp
headroom, mo' better yet my bedroom
Tippedy tokin', and stutterin' as if she's Max Headroom
Redroom (Redrum?) No I ain't a murderer
I'm Jake the Rake,
Dey faju roro
Okay because say your hustle no smile abi
O sha mo omo iyami
E shey o ka bibeli ni
Olorun da ikolo sioni pada in multiple folds
Oti ye e
I
with the freaks
My whole life been on delete
With mo' money come mo' friends, yeah
Give me slop on the side
She come at two, she leave at five
Only one
an intervention
Vibe out
Vibe out
Erase all my past with the white out
crowd is gone and I'm alone again
Ain't by my side was my only friend
Thoughts pouring in can
friends then Tom
1 for the money, 2 for the count
Ridin' in the vehicle I can't even pronounce
S.O.D. Money game, money keep stackin'
I leaked every
burn, so come again
Betta watch that Mack 10 nigga this one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin', I told ya keep bringin' home platinum and gold
Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Girbaud denims with gold zippers (come on)
Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin'
Rock that shit
I'mo pop that shit
Hip hop that shit
You know
How many caught by the flow huh?
How many like what I wrote huh?
How many came, cause they
I know I ain't done enough
I left them with heat but I'm still cold so mo ti lo
Paint it green white green, I got the key that's kokoro
Three swords
sleep cause he got hunted by DC police
In the streets with the roadrunners make this shit look easy
I got like lease 4 mo' coming discounts for the cheap
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
oh, oh, no, no
When I talk to my friends so quietly
Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me
Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress
this shit for myself
I just had to blow a bag by myself
Headed to that bag i need nobody else
You a bitch bitch i dont need no friends bitch
I just
on the drop shift, feel me?
Xias coming for you
And i mean that
Ene-my my minee mo
Pick and choose, but whos my foe
Ene-my my minee mo
I got the snake by its
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
soul)
"Bring your friends and bring your poles"
(Bring your poles)
"Gonna swim 'til we can't swim no mo'"
(Can't swim no mo')
I heard an old, old story
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