Lyrics:
to smile but the child is always wanting more
The old man always sleeps and only wants to snore
And I've risen out the grave on my accord
Still I'm caged by
this will bring good fortune
Every year that she lives
But the wise old lady
Think she was a pagan
Shook her head said 'there's no need to get crazy
Take
breathe away
Finally, I have you like a high score
It took time, never by force
Now you're always by my side, you're my right hand
Live fast with me, can't
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
on a toilet
When I passed on
The floor
Or with Greg
Or by the street
Of my house we're we we play basketball after school
In the ball went down the street
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
I can see my old ho standing by the mile
Away from the do' just looking at me
Her best friend telling her to holla at me
She wanna say something
the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
Right now we gotta feel this pain in this friends family dope
Some
Fuck the past, I'm just finna live in the moment
What a task, no sinning and binning those old tokens
The memories, that bare their teeth, but without
the Republicans like having their right to bear arms
Even if it blows kids off the planet
They spend rest of their lives without their legs and arms
You your daddy's son, yo, first I hear the beat
I-I get- trap-a-holics mixtape
I'm a real big baller cause I-
Like a light show making big money
in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live, let the midget lady work this
I was a freak show, they called me the Pogo
I
to the creators
To perpetuate the theatre, brings hatred to your neighbor
Justified by "nature", captured by the slavers
Who burned all the tabors and dotted lines
and Cristal guaranteed to get right
Like misdemeanors is a small thang
With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang
Runnin' through the street lights,
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-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
Medicine man, medical marijuana , no mental handicap
This masterpiece : a masterstroke like a one-handed clap
Still seem stressed like a seamstress
on it now it's super straight
Then Deuce played the Wild Card got the beat kicking like MMA
Tightening my grip like a ball on a tether pole
Might have
that boy walk and he wrote on himself
He wasn't loyal, shoulda known by the smell
You live you learn, another story to tell
Like I was in Abu Dhabi,
off show them all
The ball is your court now it's your call
Whearing a mask doesn't fool nobody
It's obvious what you been up to
Because a true friend
And that shit just gets old
But I got a girl who can put on a show
The dollar decides how far you can go
She wraps those hands around that pole
She
a thrill
Here I go again
Reminiscing bout my past
Till they look at me like I'm too ill
Show me where's the time machine
I miss my dad, it's so obscene
All
drunken skater type you can see me spit when the cops roll by. I don’t give a shit about a watch or any diamonds I just want to rhyme at a sold out show. I
I’m good in the hood
I was born in the hood so from the burbs still hood live
You need me see me when I land I’m at gate 5 fly
Show me a vein sh..
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