Lyrics:
got new things on my mind
I don't know
Shootin' all my shots I'm on a roll (Pew pew)
See the moon and I begin to takin' off
I got brothers by my side
fake
Need nobody I keep goin' out my way
Why you keep on askin' if you know I'm doin' great?
I don't know
Hoppin' in the whip and I go off in it
I got
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
have you right by my side
Livin' in the past as the fuckin' present goes by
I think im goin' crazy cus' I been up for the whole night
We keep
dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But
the way
E-nail get the rig ready tryna stay high I'm a dab away
I can smell all the bullshit when these niggas drop, keep ya mixtape
All the tales bout ya
arrant
That nothing is more inherently credible
Than incrediblee levity and credibly brevity by making it snappy
And what was the other thing I was
arrant
That nothing is more inherently credible
Than incrediblee levity and credibly brevity by making it snappy
And what was the other thing I was
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
back home be jealous
I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
'round and said, "Cheese"
The Bernie ran away with my
made it
I seem to lost concentration
Like Montana, if I leave
Then all he gon’ have is Tracy
Worry ‘bout my nigga safety
‘cause we at war with everybody
sorry
And things like I'm not goin nowhere
It's somethin bout the P-U-S-S-Y
That keeps brother in check, even I
Even if you was a pimp you couldn't
sorry
And things like I'm not goin nowhere
It's somethin bout the P-U-S-S-Y
That keeps brother in check, even I
Even if you was a pimp you couldn't
mind or let they ways control my mind
See it’s been goin on for so long going on for so long
That we put it in back of minds that we put it in back
shorty wanna be my muse
1942 when we booze, yeah, how could I lose
One thing you gotta know bout me, I ain't goin out sad
One thing you gotta know bout me,
like a child blowing candles out
And my genie came through came true came round
Said take your cake eat pound for pound so
Here's the thing here's a ring
I do really need my papers
And I
All of my haters are pagans
But pagans talk ‘bout me all time
So I can’t complain though
Give me couple of years
Trippin balls with my Jaw half
Way across the cemetery
Goin hella white on the pills I just took
That's life and I'm west i bang
Loads of drugs but not ket
sugah
& movin' down the line
I come up hard, but that's OK 'Cause
Trouble Man don't get in my way!
I come up hard, baby! I mean fo' real, baby
Cuz I'm
a beast
Hop into my wip cops pulled me over
Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober
She listen to my music and she loves every verse
Now she's
They sayin' chris goin' crazy again
They sayin' chris lost his mind again
He only speaks on the women they say
Well I only got one more
Ight
My
My daddy told me slow down, boy, you goin' to blow it
And I ain't gotta stop the beat a minute
To tell Shady I love him the same way that he did
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just
Hey, hey early in the mornin'
I start a-thnkin' 'bout, you, you oh yeah
And all the things now
That we could do, do uh huh
I can't help thinkin'
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