Lyrics:
We back, we crack like open toes
I suppose I should pose for the cam
But Buck’s so classic, my flow’s Pac-Man
Now, me and 9th is, um, at it again
in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't red by
I'm from Jersey City, man
I wish a nigga try it anybody get it, bruh
These bullets ain't biased
I said fuck you hatin for? Nigga
You should be inspired
dreaming
But we're working night and day to make the dream come true
Yeah everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do, everything we do,
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
like two's, nigga all day
Secrets of war prepare me for the worst
A life that's lavish, full of cabbage or a life that's in a hearse
But now my dreams
wantin to Pay it forward
Y'know since them rainy days
And pave a way
For my children man they have a place to stay
Dead broke motherlesss
Man that's no
hoping one day I’d go far
I was young dumb broke and I was still naive
I had failed so many times but I still believed
That I would turn into that man
nearly had me that penthouse.
All them stacks of folding green.
Eee-o-Eleven
Eleven.
Some Judge is gonna say.
I'm putting you away.
For four score years
going
And even though I try my best you're hard to forget more than anything
So I try to focus on something else but it ain't working
And the day goes by
become a new man
Must become a new man
Change
You felt the storm clouds building in your bones
Tornados spun for you and you alone
And then wrapped
(Ahs • Pah • rah • gus)
Mm...
Shoutout to my day Job
God showed up and made sure I was laid off
Used to scan collard greens for green
And now my means
of a young king
Man my heart was missing
For like 5 years during adolescence
But I got it back
And I slapped depression, through the face
I don't wanna jinx it
I be working hard i be selling hard
I don't keep it in the
House it's in the backyard
Riding in an old school but it's new to me
Jumping out I got
not a competition
Put your dick back, were not a Wolfpack
And I never asked for your opinion
I don't need your feedback
Guys are never satisfied
my 9 to 5 (bye, I just wanna)
Disappear for weeks (gone)
Wash up on a beach (lost)
Might catch a lil' sunrise (catch it)
Caught me by surprise (I
[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But
the earth, like
fruiting body`s of fungi
Fresh air is taken away
no green life will be spared
The first day they arose
clemency was killed, ... slowly
Like
I'm straight
I'm working late
Serving sixteens and thirty-twos
You know I ate
How I'm walking is by faith
You got to know the stakes
I going beyond what
it's a bad man thing
They don't know the
Woman them do it for the money
The woman them like the swagga and the jolly
They don't go when the big boys in
me
But the laziness of working for it blinding what I see (Oh)
I'm trying to change the way I am
But it's hard to overcome the hermit habits that I
Cuff me like they work for the Jake's
Real niggas all around me boy so I ain't got time for the lames and fakes
Been about it since back in the day
Seems as if we ain't promised tomorrow, so I gotta count up the day
Apply major pressure, how I'm coming right at the gate
Got a hunger for more, I
K.I.N.G
Wit the pen
A.I.N.T
Here for friends
G.O.N.E
Wit the wind
They can't see me
Broken lens
Riding round getting head
In a Benz
Bad bih got
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