Lyrics:
locomotives floating in the ocean
My brain is so potent, get down everything I've spoken
I'm a black man winning nothing bout is a token
Still I'm counting all
Niggas on my jock wanna know
Where the heat is
They tryna figure out where I keep it
I tell you one thing it ain’t up in my feces
So stay outta my ass lil
Bang, shots fired
Pain is what you desire
The pen is mightier than the sword
Then how did we get here my God (My God)
So you want to start a war (My
The youths are dieing prematurely so am always on guard
Asswearu ghad my ten toes are dedicated for tha grind (hun hun)
All I demand for is your grace by grace
time of trouble, wisdom in time of uncertainty, and sharing in time of happiness. He was always by our side.
Love is not an easy feeling to put into
Played me so much now its game over
I am so lucky like a clover
Why did I have to know her
I be shooting my shot like a floater
21 years old got
shorty
I hold Cash Money myself, it's me money
Old cats wants to test come see shorty (c'mon)
I got it on, hide it in my pocket, I'll pop it
I ridin'
Oh shit! Jumped on my man's dick
Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick
Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie?
Heard I was down
grindin' so long
Still I had to find my way on my own
I can tell ya what it beez like
I can tell ya what it beez like
I'm a true hustler, all that I know
can never forget
By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison
We used to take a trip once a month and go visit
My Grandma and my Granddad,
the sun's truly an asshole
I'was supposed to interview the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant place
the sun's truly an asshole
I'was supposed to interview the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant place
24/7
Like Dre Beats
Grabbing bricks by the 10
Nigga
Call me AD
Passing game to my mans
I fall
We can't sink
Niggas don't wanna ball
They broke
worse than getting old
Is not getting old, the block's getting cold
[Chorus]
I hope this song finds you in good health
I got my thinking caps
from my soul
When I'm fighting for my homies, man it never gets old
Baby why you running?
All these other girls nothing
Better watch where you look
I'd never done
Sent to work on another man's land
He was a mean old bastard
So, I found me a gun
Rode away, left him buried in the sand
Now my brother
Im tryna just shine like a star
and I'm Doing my ting man I'm coming in hard
Gonna do it right, I'm messing round with all of my cards
Cause I got my
older but I don't see any OG in em
This shit is so sad, how the young leading the old
Never one for boasting, I'm just flexing what is mine
And everything
monks
The ole man with the fruit stand is on his man
His hand, his ole heart just can't stand
The CPR as they load him in the back of a car
I'm
Guess it came back
just with different views
Man I thought it through this is what I do
Running in my own lane
Ain’t looking behind me
Running at my
Ain't work since 95'
So you know my paper stay legit
Drimonds (Diamonds) on my bumper kit
That bitch
I'm in a fuckin' seven series on some kicks
Bitch
fucking— fucking—
Fuck me with the lights off, so you can think about your man
We'd kill each other for this shit, your neck is in my hands
Girl, I just want
a minute)
plus your old lady,
ya’ll still pushing Benz’s,
helicopter chopper take me where my friends is,
my taste is so expensive,
when I’m up in Vegas Im
feet
In her heart is love but I'm the only mortal man
Who's allowed to kiss my Marianne
Don't rush me
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by
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