Lyrics:
Trynna get into my world I'm just here with my girl
We gon heal all the wounds inside her
We gon heal all the wounds inside me
Yeah deep in the womb where
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
always on my mind
My race portrayed as evil in headlines takes a tole over time
Like moments, the real ones slip by
Conflicted like watching your girls
Sunday night
I'm on the road
Don't know where to turn
I got nowhere to go
I got my best girl by my side
Don't know what we're doing
But it'll be
speak your tongue
I'll Show you where I
I'll Show you where I
I'll Show you where I come from
Girl will you be my Maria?
You know I don't speak your
on my mind
Look I don't know, I don't know why
Yeah, hold the phone yo
Let's wait a minute
I need to take a moment
To edit, revision
The reason I'm
much I had to miss out on
Six years of missing home for three minutes on the radio
I'll do it for the three girls at my show
Who saved up for
a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
Turn down the lights and lit
he never won he was always down
So gotta give it up I wonder where he is now
I remember my my first girl her name was Sarah
She was into Prince,
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this.
Nate:
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I'll let you be
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a state of grace
Where the talent
the chinese police
Here the dogs roll by?
Is this here they keep
The philostophers now,
With the rugs & the dust,
Where the books go to die?
How many yez got?
a drive-by MC, spit on the low
I have learnt my lesson, slip on road, never
But I'm not essing
You know Jme is the best in switching my flow
Writing, never
counting my bets
Girls calling my phone, i'll be out in a sec
First i'm bout to pay these bills with a thousand on Shrek
I'm chip stacking like damn it I'm
like a detox
Shinin' so hard I bought my haters sunblock (Ay, ay)
Baby girl, this is not weed, this is DMT
I could bag her with my voice, she ain't
Take a left here boy, take it slow
Don't get distracted by that radio
I just rolled my eyes and I said, "Daddy, I know
I'm fifteen, I ain't green
Capo bi kraa mpo see ofro no ndɛ kraa
They don't even care where the truth at
Heard his game was tight I said screw that
Why you do these tunes then my
a little thinner
Me and my girl 'bouta dip
Secret Santa with the squad, it's lit
Where the mistletoe at?
We tryna kiss
But not you kids
Y'all too young for
my dissidents low
When rappers over-edit tech they let their dissonance show
But now we're back to where we started at
Local studios in Chatt, open
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