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at the stock market
And he did
Because guess what
A lot of people die
And a lot more are going to die unless he gets a lot smarter about it
Did you use the word
can tell you he is the father, we don't need more
I can never worry when I'm in Brooksville
Thinkin' R.I.P. money when I ride by the Ville
When I'm up
We buy the weed by the ounce we measure
If you think that the grass is greener on the other side then I apologize
You can come here though if you
and down and made it through
Love each other, our family, our sex and our food
These are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental
Or maybe I should
Bitch, what are you doing
On a Friday night in quarantine??
Mx on the track
Alone in my room on a Friday night
Butt-ass naked, smokin' that weed
been plotting on me since the moment I walked in the club
And you probably got a man at home
And you know I got a girl by the way she blowing my phone up
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
war that we can declare on ya
Like, "Hmmm, we can just control this whole area"
Overbearing clutch
Country run by billionaires'r'us
Evil predator
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
Good weed
Good sex no strings we still make moves low-key, tell me
Have you ever seen a whole thing
Did you grow up on the block
Did you muthaf*cking
Weighed down cause my heads like lead
Like ned kelly belly up, nothing stops me getting up
From weed paraphernalia or taking valium, I tried it
Every
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
the trauma fright
Got you shook like Armin
Titans rip you by your arms at night
Had to hit the weed on the way to court
The Lord got me, undebatable
They out
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Now my ears bleed
Now we need
Parental advisory
It’s all about sex, guns
Money and weed
Now we need
Parental advisory
My role model
Got one in
How to use her lips
Weed got me lazy baby you ain't Gotta leave
Your my ecstasy
You are the oxygen I breathe
I be thinking numbers
So the money never
it's never ending about you
Till better days are coming I will smoke my weed
I will feel the need
Right now feeling like nothing
I wont do something
I
bitch
These are the things I need
This is the way I feel
Nostalgia these bumpers and weed
When it is late I heal
Probably feel too strong
Probably care
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