Lyrics:
life's a trip
But I got many things I would never do again
I got dreams, wanna be rich
Wanna steal your bitch
This is as real as it gets
Let's get
that
...Skip to my Lou Betty Sue
I'll be changing your oil at the Jiffy Lube
Even redid the upholstery
Shining up the rims
Maybe I'll cut out soda
Yo it's Judicious, just dropped that Unsocially Unacceptable mixtape
Go and get that
I'm out here in Boston shout out to my dude M. Stacks out in
wont bring me down - unless someone finds out what it is.
On the road to nowhere I have seen some crazy things,
messengers of hope toasted and green
the whole time whew
I'm a lone nigga from the towwnnn
Where we use green clouds to camouflage our frowns
You're a queen, straighten out your crownnn
That's
to wipe your eyes
You just gotta hold it down and try to keep a smile
But Sometimes I know you want to let it out in this
In this cold world you know
socks off, had to air him out like his feet stink
Put him under ground, call it deep sleep, his homies straighten up like a neat freak
I got big bucks,
mile per hour pitches, volleyball servin' 'em
The iron is itchin'
To straighten any nigga out tryin to diss on crack
Get up, get get, get down
You
our father is in plain error
Let us kill Joseph, or cast him out to some other land, so that the favor of your father
May be given to you alone,
different fabrics
You could stick to your singles me I'm out here putting classics
We gon be the biggest out yeah I called it myself
Mount Rushmore of Broward
nations without the crafted hating
My life had to straighten defeat the demons and every last temptation
I was used to being higher than the baddest
I spent millions on designers (drippin')
I got my own island, nigga, cast out and you can find me
Got more jewelry than your jeweler, nigga, I spent
takes some time to realize your own worth
Come into your own
Play your mental rebirth
She starts penning some better poems
Straighten up her bank
With the killas all (Bang out)
Hot combs your dome, put your pistols up
(Bang out) thug niggas, they getting money
Y’all ready to (Bang out)
Time to show
weeks
Can't you see
I'm trying to eat
Live and die by these beats
And these freaks
They got no mental
Mind body the temple is nice
Run your finger down
, now he drowsy
Now we finna go to hit a lick in your housey
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Keep sayin' that shit, we gone straighten out your vitals
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
chicks call me Papi (Suave!)
Miramè, soy el Capi
Whoa, let me collect myself
Let me straighten up my tie let me correct myself (Correct myself)
My life is
with you
Well that's easy, cause you never really know who out to get you
Gotta straighten up because out here they ain't playing by rules
Hate to cut
write about it
You can spend your life chasing your pride
Or you can learn to listen and love like a child
Cracking a smile as moments slip by you
Never
Check out that noise in the background! I'm mad green
Right now it's a biodiesel generator!
I'm using it to run the computer studio for
Feelin to make my way
Sayin what I gotta say
I ain't gotta say it twice no more
Take your toxic ass out my life for sure
I heard everything under the sun
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