Lyrics:
the coat its chinchillas
Surrounded by Zoes all Gorillas
For all this good i done in the the world
Im still a sinner
Took a couple Ls so i turned it
the earth
Get some money now they wanting to earn
But my caring bout they feelings I'm not longer concerned
I am me J-A-Y S-A-N-O-N
Heard in places round
tribe the trilogy
Oh no
She not into no joking
Oh no
She ain't no play thing
Yeah yeah
She is a spiritual being
Yeah yeah
She is a serious queen
I'm so
(Bitch)
Who you think you fuckin' with? I'm
Serious bout this pimpin' shit
What's really good mama? Its ya
Boy W-E-E-Z-Y F baby
So high in the sky I'm so
the pies
All the things I survived
I can't believe I'm alive
All my dreams are defined
By the realness
I work so damn hard
Man I can't believe I built this
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
ask
[Hook]
Fell asleep on the plane and so did he, woke up chilling in N.Y.C
Called up my posse when I got there, hit the Latin Quarter and Union
with one dead serious black man
Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath
Love this freedom so you know how I be
And why these niggas
it down so people can hear a flow that they can bounce to
Are you really serious fam? I'm about to be like
Bruh like bruh like are you really serious
and we hittin that
splittin that
(Baby. C'mon. C'mon.
Feelin that soul manas squeal
Uh C'mon.
Huey Dunbar. Huh. You got one right here.
Sweatin serious
a villain, so why try?
Fuck a block, I'm throwing a Glock party
Daring niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch
That went for his but didn't pull it
on the side
In the back by the front of the stage
They ain't really crazy
You can take it from me i should know
Cause I go every time I'm in town
If you never
Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM,
shots,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Why not try,
Loving yourself instead?
Insecurity and vanity,
cll of it's dead,
Man brag about killing man,
For the ends,
happiness
Wake everyday excited whats to come
Never work a minute when
Doing something you love
So when we judge, ask why
Is it because we feel life passed us
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
All of these niggas been living lie
I could just tell by the look in they eyes
None of em happy and they don't know why
Poppas is gone and they momma
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Other people suck. So, you're surrounded by other people, Huey Lewis is playing. Literally, Huey Lewis, the guy he's in hell. His hell is to play fucking
hundred pounds, how he gonna catch me, son?
This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50
(Okay) So being that that's the case (By my side)
Let me tell you about (By my side)
That place, heh, take you by my side (By my side)
The way I
about me
They just wanna stand by me
Yeah
I’m in my own lane these niggas be so lame
They still on my old wave old dogs don’t change
I’m going up in my
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
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