Lyrics:
got real
Young black boy runnin', got me out of that field
Made a livin' off game, you should get it on film
I ain't never your kind, late but I'm
puncture wound victims right to my door
come back mothafucka, ill stab you some more
One time I was a wrestler, I wrestled the best
I got kicked out though,
I ain't worried 'bout it
'Cause I know God got me (Got me)
Once in a lifetime shit, you know?
This song dedicated to everybody out there with
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
drove right by the house I see you all at home (You know I see you)
And now I got a bad lil' bitch that wanna marry me
I wish you'd love me in the way
got flair
I don't dream if I do
Not have nothing to wear
You see what I mean, and that's why you stare
I know you believe, I know you beware
I know she
Really, the shit 'round my neck look silly
I got a new plug way out in Philly
He love it when I pull up in that 18-wheelie
Ya we eat well but we don't
It’s CP
Got no idea what I’m talking about when I say the word real
Are you real?
Got no idea what I’m talking about when I say the word real
I’m not
brains leaked out
'Cause your lights are on, but ain't nobody in your house
Your elevator doesn't quite reach the top floor
I think you're out in left
the orbit holds and it's down to you
Weightless I'm floating by
The dreams return, I can't sleep, you're lying here but yet so out of reach
My hands are
quick…
The old house next door's got a sign out front now
A for sale sign tied to a post
So, attention shoppers, you can make an offer
On a 2 bed, 2 bath
Errytime I reach it's nothin
Feels like i'm missin something
You fightin wit dem bills fa nothin
Soon da bills hit why's niggas punchin
I'm livin
between you and me baby
Is I get fucked up
When I'm alone
And I must admit
Today my inner pessimist
Seems to have got the best of me
We start out
it out, you're right, my vision is now
Don't let the prisoner cell build a strut to break out
My brothers at the brick house, the undercover stakeout
ass blind all the time
You think I love you, never nigga I'm out to get my cheese
Like Roger Rabbit, who framed the nigga that guy left on his knees?
down the whole house
Light up the good tree baby
Hit ya knees baby
If you ain't Playmaker
Got kids to feed baby
I used to throw bows like Luda
Got 3
Parker's Condo
And i wake up in the morning like my name Alonzo
We got 9s 40s Aks and my 50s on go
But i rather show you love and I'm still humble
She just
Murder rap shit, I spit, for the vets who love it
By the time you read this letter
Your head gon' fly off your shoulder for lying
And I'm a be in bed
From the "welcome home" to the kick out
Reach into a rabbit, pull a trick out
Preacher preaching to a faggot with his dick out
Hard times call for
, my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I'd
, my job, I'd change my life
I'd do anything for you
Baby I love you
Thank heaven above for you
More than my car, my house, my job, lay down my life
I'd
squeeze, hollow up op out like two parentheses
This game shit, mafia organization businesses, when you sit with me
The block wasn't hard enough we came out
send that nigga like hockey pucks
I got reach aint no thing in here out of touch
Who fuck it don't go there
Running yo mouth get you nowhere
Can't come
beats, do you want to contest
That is a far reach and I am unimpressed
the next best thing to writing is sex
I can slay tracks and pull out tracks
I got
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