Lyrics:
Inside of a living nightmare a story hard to explain
Now let me attain some knowledge by smoking some mary jane
It's okay now everybody thinks that I've
really in it
I been opening some doors but only by a couple inches
They've been after my neck so they put me on a hit list like they're trying to kill time
I don't like you and you don't like me let's get the chop T
Scooby dooby doo run from em but he done drop three
Ask me if they knew it was us I'm
won't move
Just take them off, they are of no good use
Your eyes tell a story you try to hide
You fight for your life, I'm standing idly by
knows
Stories thats never been told
But deep down it still will grow
Feeling hot feeling cold
hold on don’t let go
What you know about
Living on the west
and trusted me
These sinister nights! I suffered without you terribly!
But all has mixed at once! Reality is fake, pretence
Yesterday’s big nobs are pawns
be sounding wack but the shit is pretty sad
One time my mom seen me almost die, it made her cry
Then some cops come by say I need to take a ride?
[D-Loc]
Let me tell you story about: How some good old boys do it
[Intro]
Pack your bowl
Lets get stoned.
As we head on down the road. (As we head
picture but
Two minutes later she tearing up cuz she posted it
Sponsored by Sephora but now her followers roasting it
Over a little bump on her cheek, she
piecing out the chicken by the oz
Switching lanes in the Lincoln, nigga, Tory
That's another story. Trap box kinda small but hold heat
Slap box with
intentions
See I tried my best for you
You taught me more than any school teachers lessons do
Big heart never thought any less of you
I screwed up I should
fabricate the shit they say
Cause they want like half the cake up for they self dog
You know artists like me did by they self dog
Cause I’d rather take L than
When you wanna be a movie star
Oh oh oh
Lalalala ya
Oh oh oh
Call me by your name
This story could really make me feel complete
At least thats what I
Quarantine got me locked up like a felon
Staring to my ceiling, happy feelings you been stealing
Isolated fore the virus, faded look in my iris
shut my mouth before they shut me down
Rap about the money and the bitches, how that sound
Cuties with the booties shooting vids in hookah lounge
Big up
the night time
Yeah this one is for the night time chilling by the boombox
Looking at the stars while I'm sitting at the rooftop
11 pm, thinking Carpe Diem
Man Fuck tryna help all these niggas
No i cant fuck with you nigga
Just watch where you steppin my nigga
My pockets on heavy my nigga
Big homie
Young nigga started bossing up
Niggas round me ain't want nothing
Ain't really tryna get comfortable
I'm tryna double my hustle up
And beat mission
Niggas can't style
Dress game design by me
Man I'm fly as fuck
Fully loaded
They flick me up
La Familia Gang
Troy my dog
He rolling up
Double cup
2
of
Intellectual testimonies in my notepad
Tainted with dreadful stories of a rotten flesh
Pardon his excellence whipping in a big ass Benz
Got a stench that can
Picnic on a rickshaw
Seeing the sites
Almost hit by a bike
And the big red lights
Listening to techno
Up all night
Baked like a cake
And high
The streets that raised my creole-ass
Made sure i don't forget where I come from
My story starts in "Fisherville", I grew up in "Goosport" and then "Tha
clothes
Now they’re searching man on the side of the road
People walking by disappointment in their eyes
Got me feeling like shit and I ain't even do
Don't be sending threats if you ain't popping shit
You can't run up on me I got niggas by ya mama crib
Moving drugs is hard the work be moving
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