Lyrics:
around
Kemba bars yeah they got the shimmy leave you outta bounds
You ain't got no money that's the labels sit yo' ass down
Seven figures independent
know why them honeys amped
Gotta be a natural born star, doin' shit that money can't
Daddy day care home, why you think your honey ain't
Who you think
on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane (that's it right there, Gnealz)
This nigga talkin' crazy 'bout who, mane?
Shot a pussy
the taste
I got brought up with crooking
Kitchen orders that I'm cooking
But got caught up with the chicks
who woulda thought I was from Brooklyn
It
respected the nigger that be bad with all of his g’s
I respect the ones who show respect cause we all bleed
Haters rest in peace
Poverty rest in piece
Baby
Sophisticated sculpture ruff and rugged like a Carhart
Type of chick that's wearing heels to take trip to Wall Mart
Her life was spent with ballers that's the way
neck to neck
Beauty comes with myths and ignorant is bliss
With these beauty pageant chicks, who think imperils is lit
Now it’s new feelings to move
Man this bitch is basic
She’s out here trippin over the main chick
But I’mma let that slide ‘cause I wanna get it on
I’ll get it up
Just hit me up
know who the shit
I was sweaty and all
But I could tell you wanted a hug
That was short term
All in all you wanted to fuck
Exchanged digits and holla’d
on
Hittin' shorty on the sink wit' the lights in the kitchen on
C'mon! move quiet with all the DL chicks
Who carry on Lincoln head up on my CL 6
Hit y'all
mags
That was when bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rockin' Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7
Jada who eva man old nigga new nigga wut yo yo yo yo yo
[verse 1]
Who really the best rapper since BIG eint here
Y'all no the answer to that when kiss
strait in the mazed bed
She´s come possessed
who admits the delusive light
through the bouncing wall
possessed by the skies
she sleeps in the narrow
strait in the mazed bed
She´s come possessed
who admits the delusive light
through the bouncing wall
possessed by the skies
she sleeps in the narrow
Copyright 1989, 2017 Lyrics and Music by Thomas Kurtz (ASCAP 4732692 / IPI 818383223) ISWC: T9262619067 Friends to the End Music Publishing (ASCAP 818383615)
see pain that I see
I pop pills, but I got a reason
I can't rest, haunted by demons
I feel weak, I can't sleep, I pop pills till I bleed
On the news all
(Take two more as I walk to my doom doom
Taking two more equals four turning blue blue
Breathe in tight lungs
I don't need a chick to be with it's
Yeah yeah
Brought to you by MeatShake
Now I know who y'all came here to see
But before they come out, uh, we got
We got this one group, uh, what are they
first for the merked kids
Who burnt in Thomas Ewen during freak electrical surges
An urgency lurches
We've yet to hit the worst of the worst bits
This
Come in on Sunday
And I see the sanctuary clapping
Darvel on the drums
Ain't no organist
We don't know what happened but
I feel that spirit in me
of Disgrace
Mind state, Thomas Harris
Silence of the lambs is the clearest
Example of that pipe dream that we Call the preamble
See safety is an illusion
My father's name was Wiggins but they called me Thomas Greene
I was born the year of 18 and 49
My world is colored black but my hearing is keen
It's
stop at the D Shop
At the liquor store I tell them
Who can go (We Outside)
Watch we walk across the city
We gone meet them all
Them other injuns they be
keep on doubling
Talkin' out that neck of yo's but it sound like you mumbling
It don't matter who I'm with act a fool like Ludacris
Pull up in that
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