Lyrics:
on my spaceship
I want it so bad
So bad I can taste it
I keep hearing that the key to greatness is patience (yo)
Well here's the lock
I'm patiently
and packed like silica
Run up a man in the cinema
Don't give a fuck if he's watching a movie
I'll drag him out by his shoe string
Pour out his juice drink
Used
say frozen
So leave me alone, I'm unbroken
Outspoken, I stand by my word 'cause it's golden
Out here in the Pacific Ocean west coastin'
Don't let
can't grow on me, so don't greet me
I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
I'm not a push-over,
I played the instrumental like I played my last ex
I was on it for a week then it's on to the next
I was tired of the S so I switched to double X
the court
So I'ma never disown her
'Bout to tap into the source I
Put the world on my shoulders, nigga
Young AK, nigga!
Yo, yo, yo, yo of course, I gotta
to move yo' body
Ain't nobody trippin', ain't nobody trippin'
If ya all about fun and ah, come on over here and find you one
'Cause tonight this it's so
stopping
The words that we rocking are rotting the Oesophagus
The life of the word teachers all that you learn
G.N.O stic flow sick
So fuck what you heard
My mind is blown, sipping from styrofoams as I cry alone
Driving home, thinking bout problems & how my time is gone
So many tears I cried over
quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her together
Right? So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
I wish
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm
Now she sick, she better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
get deep
Because we're born to die, shed tears and cry
Mom dukes passed away when you was locked up son
They had you, suspended in time so I kick
You gettin' like a hundred worth for real, man
[Chorus: x2]
Eh yo thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch a nigga brain
Trying to take her out the hood (Umm Hmm)
Said he treat her real good
Babygirl
But yo man ain't got no dough
You sick and tired of hearing, ain't got no mo
INTRO:
S.u.p tell it,
Go,
And this yo man James Free back on air,
Backing up by yo man Faith Child,
What,...
CHROUS:
Don't lie,don't hate,don't
ni-nice kinda pissed tho
Who would know that I could get it off of indoor
And I get for the low, limbo
So yo bitch gon blow, nintendo
Either way I ball,
rolling half a day, I see my problems so I face 'em now
We check that bitch up out the game, where he wanna play, that's where we lay him down
Need you by
sirens
Yo was on a live stream
Got roasted said I was a poet
Tryna mess words to, an instrumental
Almost hypnotized me
Then I realized i'm my own critic
business can’t miss,
Sick kicks got this bitch so transfixed
Left in awe, don’t blame on the alcohol,
I’m takin off, like I took an Adderall
Not mad
these fcg's
Fake Church Gangsta
Yo
I'm spitting this rather explicit, so listen, hear my words
There's some dudes I know who would never ever go near
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