Lyrics:
(Malo, Theyknow
Cliq)
(Look)
Where do I take it from here
Pressure is on I'm blind to it like the end isn't near
Tell me a song I ain't snap guess
buckets?
Bitch, listen cause you gots plenty of competition from these other hoes
Who think that you supposed
To fall dead, short, lame to the game
Don't
from their ass
I don't really wanna be the
Man that you hate
You don't really wanna be the man in my way
From the middle-west
I hit 'em and I get up in
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
the dreams that we wrote there in chalk
The rain washed away
Go back to the playground where the pretty eyed child said they loved you
As you sat there
a-rise in the sky
And there was nothing that matter but getting high
With no disguise, we close the windows and the light stayed by
And everything was
you inside out
Bon Appétit to a crock pop
You get saved by a blessing
Missed a shot from smith and wesson's
Why you pulling trigger pressing
Trigger
a point I had to acknowledge it
But broken hearts hand out broken promises
I’m In a room surrounded by some people that I’ve know for plenty years but have
I heard they got a whole lot of shit in there
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
Hundred G's on one block, gave straps, go
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I
gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is everything wrong
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more
I’ve decided to fight it
See I’m a raw diamond that means I was born to shine
There’s a diamond inside and I’ve sworn by it
And I will keep digging
You can tell right from the fruit that God produced, they know I'm different
Just hear the words I speak and really look at how I'm living
Satan want me
To get real and rip wheels its downright ignant
And when he step off, toss the confetti
He burn more wheels that Mario Andretti
Jeff is there anythin
memories don't exist to me
Who needs friends when you got
Plenty of frienemies
Real enemies they jealous
Hoes see me, start acting
Over-zealous
There is
(Come in the bitch's eye so she can see where I'm coming from)
Came from the bottom
Started off from the bottom
Yeah Nigga, That's Me, UH
Write
In the southern part of Texas
In the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for
a world to save
There are plenty of jokers we need to throw out the game
Before they blow out their brains
Ashamed of their tame skills
There's no good game
I'm the raccoon in your dream
I'll come and sweep you off your feet
And save you from everything
That came along before me
But it wasn't before long
touring
Keep up the pouring
That poison yo organs
I'll keep putting powder front of my forehead
Popping them pills
Til these artists there's more dead
(termite)
Cause they be buggin' galore
But there's a difference between
Us brother man i'm from the motherland
Where the streets thuggin' for war
And these
diggin' ya lips
But be careful where you walkin' when you swingin' them hips
I'm kinda concerned that you'll be causin' a crash
With your traffic jam
on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on Arista, now there is the family
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