Lyrics:
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
"Well, Billie Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
And Mama said “It
to hide ourselves from the dark
{Commission #4}
Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips
But are we still shackled down by the fucked
frustrations
And they are weighing on my mind
The Mets ain't won since eighty-six
The dolphins lost by fifty-five
I had to go to Mario
My little sister
So light it up (light it up), light it up (light it up)
Bonfire (light it up), light it up
Forty seven hours, since I've been conscious
No sleep in
made it 8
Play it safe when the hood was on fire I played the cape
Play with paint since they was track runners
Bathin ape
I change the pace I can switch
than none
I'm standin' at 40 feet tall, I take
It you're falling short when we brawl
Just face it
Creepy this pasta had cooked up was wasted
When you got
pane I remain
Blowing trees stronger than a hurricane
Stable as some old knees walking round with a cane
Doing so many things ya never did
Sonic when it
pour a wock in my double cup
I just bought a 40, run up, I'ma dump
I ain't tryna go back to my old way
Been official since back in the old days
If he
to listen to greats
From the bassment gates
Making the dubplates that cause
Quakes in other states
My soldiers guzzle 40's with the
Shorties working
Tell them this the shit that we deal with
But I can't deal with it no more
Trying to get ahead
Since he heard her give birth and raise the dead
I
For cheddar we mash on sight
I done came a long way
Ain't no time to be being broke
United for cash we got's to get paid
By any means necessary
Live
million dollar pad
Thatâ??s money over hoes with big tits and ass
I like to lounge on my yacht
And count money by the blocks
Million dollars in crates
heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
I come from Freaktown baby
I come from Freaktown, hit it!
Kev touch his self,
threatened by death tryna make it out the struggle
Awwwww this aint fair the way they do me(the way they do me)
Awwwww this aint fair the way they do me
I was dead broke ay, no money with me
Since I got that bread ay, these bitches kinky
And don't think we not with that shit cuz we ah just blow 50
that's word to T Pain
Took Ls all year like a damn pothead, living jobless
Summer 2019 made me heartless
40 hours every single week, I'm a slave
Soon
a all white party somewhere near Austin
This is back when I went by blank
Never even took a hit of stank
I walk up to you
It's a fine how do you do except
dick cleaned me up
Till it's all gone we getting busy riding with this glizzy
Since a shorty always played with 40's run up on a pussy nigga
Ima torch
for the instrumentals
Been essential ever since I landed, never get credentials
Living off of pennies, plenty years you balling in some rentals
Middle
never need nobody I stand on my own feet
I ain't running with a no posy I cool by my lonely
Full P of OG wit a fifth in sixteen
.40 cal on this beam
32
switched up been down since the beginning
You aint the type thatll claim you a soldier but when it go down you aint with it
You got realness in yo dna then
anything
Tell me where you've been
I've been waiting since 10:40
I can wait for three
Minutes but then I really will have to leave
Tell me where I've been
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