Lyrics:
the best of me
Doing what you're doing
Up in the VIP
Doing what you're doing
Girl I'm about to buy you anything you want
Get you in the coup
back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm from the clique called N.I.B.
Who you know spit flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s,
like chicago with the crime rate
Defund the police like these streets are something safe
I'm a spaceship taking off and you can't ride this wave
You
, like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
that's not wack
And my DJ, Joe Cooley's still on top of the stack
So you can say he's like wine, he's getting better with time
And General Jeff is by my
at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
I'm doing this for me
Can you see? I'm just like you
You hear my out of tune Muse
You hear its dark views
You see the Lightning in its eyes
You see
either
You're a fool that is down with
Fucked up shit – I mean
I'm a fan of macabre
Shit, you know what I'm saying? But not like
That at the end of the day
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
looks like
What his purpose is
Now, the thing is that what people
Uh, tend to, to struggle with
Is to understand that beings are not
Obvious it's not that
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
quarantined nigga
Listen to the sound
SAVAGE
BOUGIE
RACHET
Sue me
For two rounds
Surfin through the town
As they boo me
Shit!
They want me dead like Ghost
You
want me dead like Ghost
You shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just
Me and my mandem are making paper we don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are
hold it against me?
Can I buy you a drink? Your glass is empty
What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Anyway, you come here often?
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what? (Torture, nigga, what?)
What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
asking what's wrong with you
Don't act like you don't know
When all we do is watch our highlights
Through some apps on our phones
Leave me alone
The end
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
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