Lyrics:
In for days out for weeks still scared to speak
I wonder if that one time she had tried to tell and the teacher shrugged her off like Oh Well
I
and do some yard work
Just to prove that I'm a regular Joe
Well looky here, who's that coming cross the lawn now?
It's Junior, fresh from his 18-hour
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
all ain't know you is what I'd be losing
Coming back for round two secretly seeking revenge
Was this an old friend or a block she wanted to spin
Things
now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
People thank you, I do this for all the mean creators
I was someone who never needed favors to get where I'm at
Now they deem me a savior
But to be
before the day I begun
I'ma tell you how it started, from day one
Well me, I lived in >??I was ambitious and devoted til the day I'd die
I used to get
won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you see, when you're gone
I'll still be Bloody Mare
Lcve do you smell that?
It's poison : m YAAAAAH!
We
win
Cover all my travel and cover my expenses
You got brands on me, well I got bands on fences
Do you know what the dentist is
Cause I don't know, I'd
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
I'd have left you for dead, layin' next to the train station
You're still denyin' the fact that you're shite, and I'm amazing
I wanna rip you all in
record
I'd always be recording in the attic or wherever I could so, I love you
I thank you for supporting me there
But then, she was like, "you gotta
(Wait, did you say this was Juno's beat?)
(T-t-today, Junior!)
Look
I told bro that I never was perfect, living my life, doing things that was worth
the angels sing
I'd ask you to marry me give you the sun for a diamond ring
If I could I'd do those things
Now If I were a preacher baby, my sermon would
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
ain't did before
Number one rule, don't kiss them low
Lemme do my pimp hard
[Chorus]
I'd rather pimp youooh yeaaaaaaah (Only you)
Said I'd rather pimp
every little thing you must serve time
But if my lamp was rubbed I'd be set free
But otherwise within the lamp I stay eternally
And Aladdin, I say
on to the break of dawn
I got it like that
I'm sworn to the hood
But check
I got things to do
Check this out
[ VERSE 4 ]
An O.G. for life, and that's what I have
better
Heavenly father, I just don't know what to do
Always looking for a cause, never thought bout blaming you
Cause we're put on this earth with
Dad you call me, Mom what you call her
And this kid here, call him your brother
One year later, might have another
Well they were born and, call her
that’s normal
I recall when I saw you
Both my eyes were all on you
I’d love to know if you want a
Big boy for your love below
Ha, say yes, I want to know
I swear e no de funny
But you be God
If not I for say this thing de cunning
Money no de for account
And mommy don de old
And we ain't getting any
With blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shabang
I know one thing, police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothing, constantly jockin' me
And I can't cap
(He can't cap)
Aye, J you got that blunt? (Hahahaha)
(Yes, we do consume each others blood on occasion for ritual purposes)
Aye don't
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