Lyrics:
them biscuits
Put hungry dogs in the kitchen
Will they eat the kittens
Do you hear me or you listen?
It's a big difference
Do you catch the line
Poet (poet): a person who writes poems
Wandering, meaning to roam
Everyone sees me when I walk into the public
Even the suckers, I just love it
When they
Only thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling, just call me the roofless villain
They tellin' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds
Big guns big guns
With the Gz n we moven in silence
Gang with me n wen wilding
All my young niggas loving the violence
Styling
Driving by em
Hang
[Somebody Talking]
Yeah
Yo...let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why - why
This nigga...why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga
Cuz
birds
here they come
walkin through your font door
tell me where will you go
our minds have been blinded by a twisted system
they got us thinkin if we
Another story here for the headlines
Love be my destiny
Destiny, I'm lost
Inside there's something deeper
With you, it keeps me warm
Love be my
and with that he grabs Clarence by the arm and he hauls him off to face the forest ranger. Which brings us to the moral of our story which is if the guitar
spiraling
Start it over as a means to please
Stain the page with your apathy
Can I let it go?
Where tf I go whenever home don't feel like home
I got me by
the year is 2008
I'm 16 years old, this is where my story begins
Daystar, Daystar
I know you hear me calling you
Daystar, open this door
You know
all these Storms, I won't strike
Back, I'm walkin' through it They pushin' on My mental, I admit I ain't
Wan' do it just take a big step back for me, I
smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big
straight, I'm straight, I'm straight)
Story so fucking crazy man
Wish the big homies would come together man
Tell their story man
I'll tell you a taste
must go to the heat, yeah
Private jet really big seats, yeah
Shawty so silk like a sheet, ah (Hah, yah, ah)
I'm taking my chances now
Tellin' me she
I feel like Superman on the track when I'm gunning for niggas, this beam is my specialty
I don't let motherfuckers get ahead of me, he talkin' tough,
When I was a child
I acted like a child
But now I'm Peter flamez
And old things pass away
Uh
You can't tell me what to do
It's my story my story
work well shit umm well i can't go back to hoopin
Big loosin motivated me to bust down stupid
Cala bunga story watching my page look he's uchie surfing
Yeah
(Oh, Lord, Jetson made another one)
Big rocks, big rocks, girl, these some big rocks
Big-race Rollie, Flavor Flav, but it don't tick-tock
quits
Nobody told me 'bout the emptiness
When the place you call home is closed for business
I push the pain down, I gotta get by
Always knowin'
trippin'
Talkin' all that nonsense, slippin' talkin' bout they be crippin'
But it's like this, watch out before you get bucked
I'm tellin' coward ass niggas
Ay, ay, big dog, big dog
Hall of fame, just let it ride
Ay, like that, tell me where to go
Do you like it fast, baby, do you like it slow
Bad bitch,
the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin'
worried bout no bitch I'm just tryna get rich
Focused on M's so I'm running this shit
Back to back shows and I'm rocking that bitch
Big 40 on me and it
motherfuckers)
Still nigga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need
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