Lyrics:
crazy lately been contemplating it too often (mhm)
Shit and it's awkward In public when they judge em but it's still fuck em (shit)
I'm reaching for big
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
on backs of treasure maps, stacks to the ceilin' fan
He rest when he's ashes
Ask 'em after ten miles in his galashes, smashes stashes
Chip on his shoulder
nigga
Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low
Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show
Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's"
I floss
the D-boys do
Box it like Tarver, nigga I can see Roy, too
X-ray vision, I can see a decoy too
I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out like Detroit do
Yeah, die
the D-boys do
Box it like Tarver, nigga I can see Roy, too
X-ray vision, I can see a decoy too
I'll bring the fuckin' Lions out like Detroit do
Yeah, die
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In the light beams
Love & Hip Hop
Fuckin on a
WIDESCREEN
WAP
New drip
Had em slippin on the concrete
Amadeus
Fuck fame
around and bump the bass was so loud
We'd spark and blaze and roll loud, big ups to the king with no crown
Ain't no chance we slow down, dig in roots til
See this in 3D, all lights out for me
All lights out for me, lightning strikes the beach
Eighty degrees, warm it up for me
Finally free, found
stood on my 10 toes even though I had fear
Im thinking about my ganny I wish she was here
Okay, called yo phone like back to back you act like you dont
For this I'd gone when I met Little John.
His name came, I understood,
When the judge said "You're a robbing hood."
He told me of his strange
tryna go like the buttons on R2-D2
(Skrt, ayy, ayy) mothafucka' who you
(Ayy) but I knew niggas act
Like the snakes do
But like a fat bitch, I'm tryna
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
told you I could not
Prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon
the long run
But bitch I'd rather do it by my lonesome
It's Bob Almighty going down like the London
Boy you burn your bridge you know you on some
Tried
When bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue
Who grip necks of Becks next to triple X?
He just came in 4D
When bad men roll tight, it's actual true
Like a pack of Big Bambú, with natural glue
Who grip necks of Becks next to triple X?
He just came in 4D
My Imaginary friends are perfect
They don't love me for the person you see on the surface
Never judge me by my job or the way I dress
Always hug me
all in Seattle where it rains
You can buy my slang, I'm from the Bay, mayne
A rap star piece, I'm a beast on the mic
It's ten, I'll creep up in by
last O
You can judge if you want
Fuck it, look I just got to get it how I know
I just talked to my lil bro on the phone
He doing ten years in, wish he
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
time to go to jail for a murder case all the thugs,
Judge you know what I mean (echo)
Chorus: 2x
[D-Roc]
Some of these niggaz be fuckin' ya'll quick,
[Intro: Big Moe]
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chilling with my partner named D-Mo
It's on his birthday we coming through
In a nigga's trunk is a nigga
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