Lyrics:
hoping that he'll mature
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Baby wanna go back to school but she need some help
Because it's hard
experimented life as a young Gump.
Them days long gone, school bells done rung no mo'.
Spendin' hours at the house, in my favorite chair.
Slow mo', custom
like them cookies on the shelf
I got day one brothers tryna split all the wealth
Homie got greedy, wanted it all by himself
I don't give a fuck, baby, I
Just like in the movies, clubbed from the back
I felt like a fool
(Man, you need to go back to private eye school)
I was the dunce of the day
There I
side
Swear that caught me by surprise
Was going through it when my uncle died
Till this day I still ain't cried
2018 yeah I lost my mind
So many
got one any stronger, boy
I don't mind, I'll pay the price
Maybe one day I will see you
But I know I shouldn't wait
Even though, I still miss you
So
Matariki, Christmas, and Easter, and... those others
With all those holidays
I don't bother
There's a day, first weekend of December
Where
started selling drugs and think I robbed her, now he plottin' somethin
And now he nine, he got his nine, he tryna shoot some shit
Got kicked out of school
day of school came
I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick
But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it"
There was nothing I could do, I
twelve-hundreds, a mixer, plug my mic in
Holdin' my mics like I'm huggin' lightnin', the concrete breaks (breaks)
Get slapped by the soundwaves from the early days
Rolling our shorts and failing school
But I feel guilty until this day
That you were expelled and I went free
Then our friendship faded at fifteen
Like
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
to have fun just let me know
Twelve at one time, or maybe more
Powered by alcohol, I never get sore
A Budweiser man, a tower full of power
Urinated five
OF YEAR
AND TO TOP IT OFF SANTA'S NEVER BEEN BY HERE
ON THE FIRST DAY OF DECEMBER MAMA'S EYES WERE BLACK AND BLUE
THAT SEEMS TO HAPPEN EVERY TIME THE RENT
just not the weekend
Don't play with us we not a play ground we will come and slide
Like Christmas tree I stay lit up all day yeah and all night
I ain't
the ghetto
Old school with the pipes on it
Pull up on the block, shoot dice on it (damn)
And we don't give a fuck about the polices (nah)
Got court in
tell us D tell us D
Mass confusion g, I don't know what's up
Hey yo man
(it's just another case of that old pta)
Huh man
[Dinco D]
In school
and favors
Cradled by twelve empty Zelda heart containers
Man, it's freezing in this brick bitch, winter forever
Like Punxatawny Phil found with his four furry
Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Master P]
Lookin' With The Homies
Remenising Bout The Old Days
Cookin' Dinner In Your Kitchen
Listenin'
my friends 'cause it's just how we were made
And with every passing day life is feeling great
Sippin' warm Baja Blast even God knows I fucking ate
gone for the day, I'm by myself
Buckets of throw up are next to my computer
Hoping that they show up 'cause what I'm about to do to 'em
Would make
like heaven
Livin' in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
Money up by two let's get it
Twelve tryna gimme supervision
Hope I don't look too suspicious
Plottin on me gettin too specific
We at the spot pop out
Roll
by the days that I thought would never be pleasin
Hands down, man down, boy don't trip I don't play around
Pants down, dress down, she gon suck it good
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