Lyrics:
I'll always be by your side
Just lift up your head
Let me follow you all the way down
Going into the valley of strength
I will be right there with
I ain't got a second left
No more space up in my head
Always showing up late
Whatever
I went to class
They labeled me a clown
So they left me out
dinin'
Yeah, yo' bitch, she whinin', cryin', ain't
even tryna hear that shit Tryna hear that bitch, yeah, come pick her up, go give her a lift
Feel like
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
Have you ever in your life experienced a day
Where nothing at all seems to go your way
No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut
You
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
a couple miles in the sand
Struggling fuck
But they cut up
They'll fuck you up
If they ever had to fight to live
Us kids
Growing up in the middle
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
I had my suspicions the second time around
But before I got my guard up you had put me in the ground
I was looking in your eyes
And then you got me
flight
Got to get my pace right
But Im feeling haze like
Need a little pick up
Keep on hitting hick ups
I could use a spark like
When you flick your Bic up
curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and crossfades, okay
Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail
curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and crossfades, okay
Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
section, Mom get the bread out
The selection is pretty tapped, one
Last roller derby and a ninja by Nash
The latter's corny, I pick the former
Formerly
niggas put fear in my heart
We only fear going broke
And none of you niggas put fear in my heart
We cut your head by the throat
Never would hang with you
meat. We just put a banjo in a rap beat
November's here, time for the rut. Them old bucks are all swelled up
Look down them sights, aim it right. We gonna
a rut think they comin up fast like a hundred metre dash
Back in elementary was first in they class it takes a long distance runner ain't no runnin out
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
mane)
Tell if they penciling pick em off (Like the primetime)
Coming out the middle is the reason we done took so long
Give 'em this just a little when
religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You'll
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
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