Lyrics:
I'm in the dark, I'm in the dark
Passing by all the stars, Passing up all the stars, I'm in the dark, I'm in the dark
In the night time, In the night
got a box i ain't Roddy Ricch
Knock his punk ass out his socks
Make him take a trip
Be fake with you I can not
I ain't like them
Bet i say what's on my
Everybody masked up
Wake up by a bitch
I don't even her name
Wake up by a bitch
I don't even her name
I ain't feel like this for a long time
I ain't shed
a fence i'm thinkin' 'bout my folks
Gettin' sent for violation
Foes and punk police
Them devils still at my do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get information
please don't get in ya feelings
When the time's right I will tell you about these villains
And everybody dead, so it ain't about squealin'
Weapons we
If you touch my peso
Hunt you down like I’m el chapo
Keep that 9 tucked just like rondo
Never been scared to do more time bro
I’ve already tried
muh-fuckin' soul
I grind every day from the head to the toe
Took time to myself makin' time for my bros
Gon' hop in the whip hit the gas and I go
I thought
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
the fire die by the flame
Happy I'm gone knowin' my son's gonna be the same
As his dough-diggy dog that
Who put his feelings on a pamphlet
A pen unleash
that kid before I kick my hit squad
You don't want none son I see you everyday
You that punk that be up in apartment 4-A
[Y] Aww shit, niggas tryin
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
to mention, maybe cause my swag is different
Nothing means nothing
Nothing means nothing
Nothing means nothing, what do you mean by that
More I'm talking about
true, that's why we all through
Now your girl's pickin' up the cell when I call you
Talkin' slick like she ain't here
She don't want you no more, punk
know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin
About thirty or forty times,
Psychodelic sick with the psycho psycho
You see grams, I'mma see craters
By the time you see land I'mma see acres
Drop another CD just to see paper
And before you see me you'll see
allowed
Mad and pissed
Yo you ain't got no homies to tell you take care you kids
I guess not, but you rep the block,
Spread more corrupt seed than
before
More is the core of all this amour
Love of honesty and really realizing that desire isn't Bad
If what you want is something truly radically
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
for that busta shit
By the time I was 9, seen a bunch of shit
Lost more homies than a Iraq vet
Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec
Lost a few
the suicide note you keep in your draft outbox has leaked
cutting edge comedy banished from BBC 1
and cutting edge comedy banished from BBC 2
more panels
a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Sucking on the devil's dick
all my work until it's sickening
To get this out my head with thoughts imprisoning
I'm working over 24 hours
I got plenty more powers
Are there any more
on
We're like Snoop and Pac
And that's the way it is
I don't love you any more
Back in the day I did we had amazing times
We even made some kids get
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