Lyrics:
beholden to the place where I live
Everybody knows the truth but won't say what it is
Announce they give a shit and then fall back to the workday
So if you
the tackle shop
Just tell me the truth I don't know what's fact or not
Don't want to get hit with another aftershock
a fool I'm new to the fame all these bitches my boos I call on any one different states I can choose I know i hit first so how the fuck could I loseI know
might smoke a lot of weed just to pass the time
I might hit the deuce every time you cross my mind
Fuck the world, everybody pussy it blows my mind
Tell
Put up with all my bullshit or you can hit the door
You know it ain't none to tell a bitch go
Jay Jay got bitches, getting low (Fasho)
Where was you
Naggin' if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hood rat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was nineteen eighty-five
All the way live, I think I was
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Live it on
Rosey and Miss Rayon
They're
till my feet hurt now I gotta eat but I live slow.
Everybody gon' die don't everybody live thought.
Everybody gon’ die still we try hard to live.
they
of people dressing for the part, but it's just clothes
Ain't nobody 'bout that, truth
If you buying then they selling it to you
I been overwhelmed by all
acidic
If everybody could see it then everybody would get it
Nobody would want it cause everybody done did it
Everybody would live it if they could though
hit between the eyes
Roll my problems in a Backwood and put it in the sky
Got your mans in this Backwood, put it in the sky
I was taught to love my
respect peace
Oh the feeling is so real!
When you see that murder’s legal
When it’s done by police, the beast
Do you ever have the urge to kill?
When you
One time, reporting live
Compton, California
Have you ever felt like, like you never get life?
Like you never get right? Sort of like a black
Rest in peace George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor
And all the other beautiful black souls lost at the hands
Of police brutality
Oh I can't
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
big yay, a plush-ass place to stay
Po-lice, they wanna run in
Talkin' on cell phones got a lotta kings done in
I wanna live like Arnold, Willis
big yay, a plush-ass place to stay
Po-lice, they wanna run in
Talkin' on cell phones got a lotta kings done in
I wanna live like Arnold, Willis
Yea
Love Dont Live Here
Na Na Love Dont Live Here No
Love dont live here
I thought I told you love dont live here
Love Dont Live Here
Yeah
Been there
and
Close your eyes and hit the switch
We're going to a place where everybody kick it
Kick it, kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Ain't no bloodin', ain't no
rather burry your emotion
and go through life by yourself
They got you
Love get you killed my nigga
And I'm tryna live my nigga
Fuck all ya'll
Love
they all down
And so I stay clear, we from a small town
And everybody talks and everybody listen
And somehow the truth just always comes up missing
on dice so I could freeze the chain (now that's game)
All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa'sho
You know Ease the truth, they
run up he might get hit
But we won't tell nobody
On the watch bust down want that drip
Want one for everybody
We all only got one life to live
And y'all
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