Lyrics:
and thirty seven second clock
Suprise: time started already, muthafucka
Say that shit, nigga
I'mma say it, don't get mad, y'all, I throw my darts sideways
me, n***a that's how I'm coming
Hate when they say I'm they family, brother or cuzzo or kinfolk
Whatever they call it
Ice on my neck got me slipping
For a second, I was just in heaven
All I need's like ten, thirty minutes, let me stay up in it
I'ma put one in you right now, then I lay up in it
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
for a minute or two"
Will I die? Or will I get to that ten-year mark?
Where I beat the extinction of telomeres?
And if I do, will you be there with
is tucked
I'm from 30 Lenox
Got off a half in an hour, imagine thirty minutes
We can't go half on a sour, you run a dirty business
'Cause I
Got to feed my inspiration
And keep up on the grooves
They might make you sneeze
But I need my thirty threes
Could be locked up in the attic
Or by
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
light-years side to side;
It bulges in the middle sixteen thousand light-years thick,
But out by us it's just three thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty
Two thirty baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she
seconds
Hol up
We been moving way too fast
And I been playing way too long
I admit it
I been stuck in fast forward for a minute
And I ain’t tryna
you can do for 'em
Uhh, cause I'm checkin the spot if you really like it or not
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I know you hate it, I'ma say it to you
wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2
real with you most the time
I mean I barely ever lie, but sometimes it's a necessity
That's two lies followed by a third
What we have is healthy,
thousand light-years wide.
We're thirty thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy
cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Come to conclusions about your problem, Lord knows that I cannot solve them
You lack
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
an Apple with a Type-C
Your nightly fake news, sugar free
Mixed with two scoops of race hate
And blame placed foolishly
Hate, hate, double hate, you I loathe
get a cigarette)
(I'ma go back to my cell and read)
That's it, five more minutes and that's it
Back to work fellas, back to work!
(A mí me llaman
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
me Left2Jake 'cause there ain't no way I right this wrong
How I write this song when my mic is on
Turn your head for a second then I might be gone
'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time
'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar
And the almighty power of that
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