Lyrics:
Aye man I know you got my beer, don't play with me mayne?
Back up on the scene, ya you know who I be
D L O C don't for get the Z
Ya I'm drunk as fuck
is
I'm recording in the dorm, then I mix at the crib
She sings my songs around her man and now she losing his trust
Calamari with the prawns and I
a mad man, came at it like batman
Manic like an addict, hanging out with his bad friends
Trying to take a bite, a fat chance, flipped it like a hand
in jail
Nowhere to look but ahead to my goals and I
Write them down every night I know them well
Million dollars by early next year
Peace in my
it
I get it this isn't what you envisioned at all, na
Give him a bit to get with it, this isn't it
Whenever the shit hit the fan man that's all, all
Your cognitive was targeted for assaults by a stroke
Weren't close, since my entry was concurrent
With plenty of your hurting, now it's curtains, I'm
No babies were hurt in the recording of this song
Banger after banger
Kill it baby like abortion by a hanger
Abortion by a hanger
Shaky ground, Haiti
tired
Desired, that was the beauty I admired
Out by the 41 Brook, no joke
Can I have a toke, finally, she smiled and smoked
Gave the girl my number,
onto it
But all I see is something shiny
With these bullet through it
Black man
So grip yo red and blue rags though
Tie them up together we mix purple in
swear down on my mother, I swear down swear down on my mother
I'm elevating all up in the bits
I'm all up in the mix
Now man are hittin me with
the one that I wanted
Was yours
Making my entrance again with my
Usual flair
Sure of my lines
No one is there
Don't you love farce,
My fault I fear,
a teacher to the youth a man with more to offer
I'm done watering flowers that won't grow to create a garden
Lead by example these kids are out here watching
y'all decided to keep the secrets of all that was involved
A year's gone by and I thought it was all good
Between some so-called friends, man I
the pain I pour some Henny and mix that shit with some whine
I salute my fallen soldiers now I can't even cry (salute)
They don't wanna see me win they
to the devil so he can play guitar
Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey, too cool to be for gotten
Man running through the grass outside
Says he wants
to the devil so he can play guitar
Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey, too cool to be for gotten
Man running through the grass outside
Says he wants
i meet you before your ever meet me (Uh)
(Yeah Yeah)
Let me sauce it up
Molly with the xans baby I might have to mix it up
Morphine, gotta get that
on your soul
Turn it up a little bit when you hit the open road
Let this, rock guitar, breathe for a while
I mix the classic with the spastic, call me wild
me
Why'd you try to run away with it?
Now, they robbed every scrap of me
To be haunted by a soul that breathes
Ooh
Meet that man, a glass of wine
to get hip with it
They still judging my song by the platform used to distribute it (Yeah)
Have I surpassed the status of a YouTube rapper, or set the bar?
Yeah, it's the return of three drunk mothafuckas
Huh, yeah, it's Tha Liks
We gots Stan the guitar man in the house
Mothaclucka, uh, uh
I'm sick
big...
Stuck it on dem man, I was in Farringdon
With little bro, that's Amari
Harrison, Rastafari Vernon Carrington
[Verse 2 (Gabriel)]
I will out-bar
I couldn't be there with you all when momma passed away
I was on the road and when they came and told me it was just too late
I drove by the grave
sorry if you're missin' me on beats
Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please
I walk around town with enough jewels to change a nigga's life
So
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