Lyrics:
rock out
Im a slug when I wake up
And I can be a grouch now
And then I have a great Eyedea with some abilities
Then I get hieroglyphic and forget I'm me
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
can't go where I go
And none of them can't educate me about dough
You can't educate me about bagging up food
Shut ya mout' and don't get rude
None
know
Where I'm gonna go!
Even tho I know what I want!
(What I want)
Get up off yo fucking ass bruh!
Get off of me! (get up off yo ass bruh)
Get all that
homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep, I'm off the meter
Ride by and see you with my hands on a h***
Wanna be like the O but you act like a ***
Gotta lot
Excuse me, if you had just one thing you could get off your chest so you would feel totally free, what would it be
Uh, what situations have I been
You know where we are, where you wanna be
Where you wanna be
Where you wanna be
Where you wanna be
Where you wanna be
Yeah
I been gone for a minute now
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
mommas
(Where's the love)
I think they all distracted by the drama and
Attracted to the trauma, mamma
(Where's the love)
I think they don't understand
the kitchen? (Whip)
Where were you when I was jugg finessin' midget? (Jugg)
Where were you when I was facin' time off tickets? (Huh?)
Now you wanna come
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
happy
I just wanna to be happy
I'm moving to where I want to go
Feelin' the rhythm, lettin' my body flow
Made a decision to control my destiny
Ohh, wow,
a dime
If you ain't fuckin' right now (let's get it)
Call Numbernine, he just got a number .9 if I call him, he slides (grrah-grrah)
Tax for a brick
leg
Do not fuck with the kid, I get busy with the Sig
I come where you live, ya dig?
I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it)
I, I get money,
offended by this, but that's the market y'all missed
That's the target I'll hit
And that's the heart of my pitch
I wanna do this whole thing different
What
parents live in fear
I just wanna make it clear
My influence run deep like the ocean
Don't get it fucked up
Been away from home
Been away from home
get in my way 'cause I will put 'em all
Down, got big lyrics in containers
Yeah, my name's Eski
I was a mic man living by a vestry
I know the mind
get lost again
I just wanna get lost
I just wanna get lost yea
Why am I lost out here again
Should know by now this leads no where
A broken soul let's
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
out the place before your
Heads get bit off
Like a car you will get writ off
In half you will get split off
I don't know where you been
Hearing that
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat, ya heard
I wanna go back to the-
I wanna go back to the old way
But I'm drunk instead with a full- (old way)
to conquer
Guess I got too much pride to be fucked from behind
No need to cry, but when I do cry
When I do cry, I do it dry eyes
Where you wanna go, where you
wanna taste Greatness
She wanna get chocolate wasted
I swear it's like chocolate, baby, taste it
Love at first sight, that's why it never last
Suicide
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
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