Lyrics:
the same when our flow reach your brain
It's about to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking 'bout your prowess
taught me life is like chess
You taught me to be humble if I'm the best, and I'm the best
There's something I must confess
Mama taught me how to dress
not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's about to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking
not gone' be the same when our flow reach your brain
It's about to bust
Not your crush, show up at our show in a tacky dress
Sparking us, talking
inside the DeLorean
I am no historian, but here to make my predecessors proud
Oh you bitch niggas not allowed?
I put it on everything, I really want
She used to pick the mint from her front yard to dress the Sunday pork,
Sometimes southern California wants to be western New York.
It wants
Guilty by association, I'll keep you close to me
Baby, let's go and get blind tonight
I'll hold your hair back and you'll hold mine, oh, oh, oh, oh
Say
THE LIVING ROOM WINDOW,
POPPED UP SAW EM TOUNGUE-KISSING, LIPSING HARD, RIPPING
HER DRESS, ROLLING ROUND THE YARD, CRIB'S IN A MESS
SHIRTS COMING OFF, CORAL
Guilty by association, I'll keep you close to me
Baby, let's go and get blind tonight
I'll hold your hair back and you'll hold mine, oh, oh, oh, oh
Say
ancestors left. Dress with a traditional kilt
Curdled milk that's under suspicion will get spilt
Ain't no use crying. Who's lying about the empire I built?
Self-righteous finger-pointing they
Want to blame entertainment? Isn't
Religion the first
Real entertainment? People dress
Up in costumes
Sing songs and dedicate
SO UNCOMPLICATED. NOW I'VE ENDED UP A MESS SOMEHOW, YOUR HIGH SCHOOL DRESS, YOUR SWEET CARESS, I WILL LOOK YOU UP WHEN I'M (HOME).
BACK IN THE 90'S
jeans
I am chosen feel it in my genes, in my genes
Oh please, oh please, Dress pants and white tees-
Oo I think she like me, ooh I think she like me
Could
extra fresh
Girl fix her health that's all a mess
Coke residue all on your dress
Trying to tap out but she let me tap out then
Shorty tapped out that's
for bout a week
I'm Mr. Manifest what I want I'm historian
Pulling up in something that you see off Mandolarian
Tell the policeman i'm speeding threw
BreadWinners Association
Beeto and Bryan got bowel restrictions
My chick don't flirt pittbull in a skirt
And a lil purse got a Lama in it
Spoken arts which
ugly
Say it how you see it, buddy, I'm a hurting hot mess
A constantly inconsistent work in progress
Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less
ain't sparing them
I'll give yo hoe the business like it was inheritance
The vigils they be candlelit your visual is damaging
Guilty by association watch
Icons which are maintained by an
Electronic media so that you
Want to dress like X or have lips like Y
This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking
That,
Then your giving power, your giving it all away to icons
Icons which are maintained by an electronic media
So that you want to dress like Y,
lighters do if she die it's collateral ugh
Death by association the shit is too natural getting better it's gradual
The baddest bitches dress casual
Treat my
in this country now
Racism disavow that means association
And what’s the destination? Black Wall Street 2.0
Long days long nights
Time moves different
rough situation with roo, my only true association
Trynna find some motivation
But its hard not to sink inside depression if there aint no new
the immaculate dress, so they sing like a stranger instead of the one they call home.
We can't believe in everything we hear. Diamonds by association don't count.
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