Lyrics:
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slacking on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real
some shit that really don't concern y'all
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong
I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on
Finding me
I'm kind of chunky like a good French Pastry
Don't be fooled by the belly
That's just Raspberry Jelly
Dad Bods are in
That's what the magazines tell me
on this earth but really don't know where my mind been
Bright thomas Edison
Words like my medicine
Barely stepping in but yeah I got to settle in
Yeah you
it for the perks then we got some that works
Just pay up the cost make it across
Quick as a burst
Hit you with the 5 Star it's so good really by far
I just talked to broski Thomas
And he told me stay the same
So I told him you won't ever
You won't ever see me change
I have got some points to prove
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
pics I got 'em swarmin'
I can get a lil' nigga hit by my enforcer
Really overloaded with blicks, I'm runnin' Georgia
Baby can we make us some flicks,
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
(Nope)
It's not reciprocal
I'm really smooth like I'm Michael Jackson
In the '80s, but you know that I'm not a criminal, aye
S.O.S, S.O.S (S.O.S, S.O.S,)
the twilight. Watching her hind-side; till next time she whispered by handsome.
By being sexy and sinister, made my feeling enhance some. I was under her
I put hit buckets on my bucket list
I don’t plan on stopping til I’m fuckin rich
Summer time was really just a bender
We had some nights that I hardly
walk by (by), so eff a drive (drive)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's, that's why you talk backwards
And, uh,
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
expressing feelings
My objective wasn't to hurt you
I was eager to do some healing
And I hate that it really had to end like this
This situation that I'm in
got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an turn
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
What's up Brax? You takin' fashion chances -
With that fuzzy lip wig and your grandpa's glasses?
Hey, welcome to Brooklyn- Good to have you around
the lotto
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
This second verse is dedicated to
Rappers that never made it
'Cause they gave
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Got some regrets
I would if i could
Turn back time
Destroyed all that value
One by one that Pink lies
Recovery mood
Having my best
To be honest we
that discovery
The queen of Spain, spends some change
Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range
Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive
But all you
Showed up in my lungs
Take a hit now I'm fine
Instead of talk about the pain I'd rather just get high
That there was nothing new
Really I wasn't fine
My
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