Lyrics:
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
together
Niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even fuck with us that'll be the
Day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is
as me
'Cause old school rappers just ain't what they used to be
So up your nose with a rubber hose
And every brother knows that your style's older than
struggling
Short days, long nights, clubs after parties, VIP
All I wanted was time would you be there for me?
When the water gets deep, will you swim like
can get to me
Know that they know they never can finish me
Let off my Glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony, yeah
I'm in a 'Burban and I got it on me
Three
three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair But Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my
dope
Fuck your shooter, heard his pistol on safety
I might double wrap and bubble wrap your wife and baby
I've been poppin' rubber bands, rubber
Fuck it! Fuck it! Hey, ayy (A presentation by myself)
Different colors in the van, I'm just feelin myself
Fuck it! Fuck it! Yo
I was trippin off
A neat halo emitted by a lamppost's light bulb
A shivering yellowtail, twitching between two cold matches
Two dying glows, twirling their feet under
on distant religions
And we committing to our own personal intuitions fruition
For stars in the sky
Two thousand twenty three the cars couldn't fly
But
loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
talking, but Manny but gotta live it
Started off with nothing, to 3 story building...
Now see me, Ima Capricorn 3
Symbolized by the Goat, & a life
Another day, another dollar
Got to be up next like the ring around the collar
At the height of my success
I'm God blessed by the Father
Taking stress
Hit the corner, burnin' rubber like a stunt driver
Burning marijuana, bitch, I'm a bit liver
Gotta keep a bitch in check, microphone check
Killed
Yeah
9 3 4 don't
Yeah
9 3 4 don't step on the porch
Yeah
Yeah
9 3 4 don't step on the porch
Brother fighting jump in i was taught
EBT is how the food
jones
By bitch a choosey lover, never fuck without a rubber
Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover
Money on the dresser, drive a compressor
Top
no delay
A few hours from now we'll touch down in the Bay
We just take it day by day
If it's about you girl I don't play
When I get around you I feel
Sixty pounds of blanket and the snow's drifting up to your window
And you're out of firewood and the wolf is howling at your door
Three hours of day
architect with seven billion mouths to feed
Boss is worried, hurriedly popping all of the mountain seeds
Writing by halo light (these things ain't tipping
shining on me halo above to be the most righteous, validations is poisen to be among the likers, gotta change yourself to fit in you ain't living Midas,
Man this shit too easy how I do it
Walking through tsa lookin at em stupid
Ten thousand dollars when that plane land
Two days later ima do the same
I could lose it all today
Be back the next day, still up in the same way as I left ya
All in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death
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