Lyrics:
on this indo (Guess who's back)
In the studio with my partners out here
(Guess who's back)
Pacific Heights in the house
(Guess who's back) , know what I
hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us,
never find you)
And don't be afraid, wear your boats up high
Your pant low (Sex is a part of nature
I go along with the nature)
With your head in a good
times
Breathe
That's beautiful
Ronnz from Berlin and shit, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
Overcoming sadness and aftermaths of depression
This spontaneous experience is a blessing
If it wasn't for these clouds I would spend my days stressing
There
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
my louder corpse
I'm gonna move to Cuba with Tupac or El Salvador
What I'm tryna tell you is this I place call home I'll abort
I'm just a kid from
much I'll act like a zombie
The only way I really can medicate
To drown out the noise in my head
That I hate
This is all my pain
You cant relate
I bit
is already jail time and
I don't want to turn back to the old me
This ain't sims 4 you can't control me
I'm living
I'm living with my head in
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
girlfriends (girlfriends)
Hell with this record deal, it ain't worth this shit forreal
Ain't seen my kids in years, they tryna lock me up like Bill
How much
now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man, well he should understand
Times in this crime man, my Thug nation
Do what you gotta do but
Yea
This is for my block n****s
This is for my niggas that be ducking one time
This is for my hood n***a
Come through spend a day in Bed- Stuy
Yea
Mane
cye, cye, cye Lord mane just take me away
From tha stressing from tha hurt from tha pain in my way
Got my head in tha clouds while I sit
or fascist bol
Shoot three at you and push the
Rock like this was basketball
Chop your body up in little
Pieces with my plastic saw
Y'all need to overstand
expose
Im real from my head to gaddamn toes
I'm real, humble.
The creator is with me i really can not stumble
I'm a fucking lion In this concrete jungle
a head from a f- dead cat in my mailbox
Went to Burger King, they spit on my onion rings
I think my karma is catching up with me
Maybe that's why I
is shocked by two disasters in nine days and
Edwina resigns over a storm in an egg cup.
1989 Berlin wall is torn down,
Freedom sweeps the East. In
is?
This is Jake’s a bitch ahaha!
You’re a bitch! Written by
They’re all still in mouth
Yeah finna rock it
(Uh) yo watcha watcha what?
(Whoa) yo watcha
hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
(Son of a gun)
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
(Son of a gun)
You tell 'em, Carly
Clouds in my
Landing in this jam with man and then began dying
We slegna see dread through these retna's
We beg to be swept up by the blessed head inspecta
But all
them from they fam
So, you can get splurded, get blurreded, get murdered
My little bitch ride around with the birdies
I be cruising around with
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