Lyrics:
Sometimes I try to do things, and it just doesn't work out the way I wanted to
And I get real frustrated and like I try hard to do it
I like take
Dab bite like
The Mike Tyson Fight
Real talk, I know a bitch, I know a hoe
I don't mean to call them that but they
Just do what they got to do
They go
that talk you know these hoes they don't mean shit to me
I tried to tell you, you are the one for me
I tried to tell you, you are the one for me
Are you
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
In Paris, right by the Eiffel,
Patient, my fate is highly favored by the father, love to all
Rest in peace to Zah Noo the barber brought cases
Celebrate and take it back
Who you talking bout
You gon fall, like the leaves would
Who you taking bout
Ill say fuck you cuz it feel good
Who you talking bout, Step back
Talk
Get off of my
Good morning my neighbors
Talk to me nice or don't talk me
Niggas dying every day we smoking on hypocrisy
Loosing out on the monopoly
the truth
Damn they'll speak about you
When a nigga talk real
You won't even know how it feel
How you gon' tell me what it is
When a nigga say Gotti
All that
Talkin' digit's I get
So when the Paper call I take the call
No funny talk money talk
Anything else I cut the conversation short
Fuck what a hater thought
like I got something to prove
I like the way that she talk and the way that she think
The way when she walk by me I don't even bother to blink
The way
And I ain't fooling, Z-Ro the Crooked
A.K.A. King of the Ghetto, Mike D A.K.A. the Black Osama
It's really going down, Screwed Up Click real talk
All
Face me
For you will never again
Talk shit behind my back
You fucking chameleon
Save it
Everyone knows you're fake
Your words are poison
Like venom
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
I don't have close friends to talk to
The type to be there when you're not you
The type to always stick by you
The type to love and just hold you
I
RUDE BOY’S INNA ME GHETTO.
True x4 Rasta fai rie. Ya hear ma say. And when me tell then am back.
A back for real reality. Asorock General. Prove
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
Bass bleeds out of the stereo, bending whips down the block
Godfather like Harry-O hear no evil, no talk
See demons, tunnel vision, there's no light
to talk, the bags are coming by the flock
I'm never off, I'm working 5'o clock to 5'o clock
I do my job until the day that I'm outlined in chalk
I told
Screaming my name
What's this nightmare in my head
What's this nightmare name unsaid
Are you real
Are you real
I'm haunted by my wildest dreams
I'm
If you saying that Jesus ain't real you a fool
Go listen to that testimony I hope my story persuade you
If you wasn't made by Jesus I wanna know who
They say only talk what you really feel
No regrets in your life if you keep it real
They can't hold you down, bet I'll show you around
If you ain't
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper, catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body,
that you feel real
(Chorus 2x)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
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