Lyrics:
Cobain going crazy don’t call me curt
Tending my own garden yea I’m growin by myself
Since I was 12 picking books off the shelves
Well off living
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
You might've bumped into me on the Rikers' bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on,
side
Hey there, ladies, Johnson�s free
Who's got the love, who's got the love to keep a man like me
Oh oh oh oh, when I'm dead and gone
I'm gonna
Let me tell you something my friend
Hope is a dangerous thing
Hope can drive a man insane
Its got no use on the other side
You better get used
who you think you are
You gon' get touched! (Bah)
You stop me?! Nigga, hush! (What?)
Guess what? Just caught a body
Call it "Kurokami"
'Cause it's only
Cause I love the way she choked on my johnson
Suck this dick like you do a slurpee and the sounds you make make me more horny
So swallow this nut cause
in the mall, only got one call (Call)
On the low, with the flow, I'm back on road
Get the money, fast, fast, ain't no slow (Fast)
Rackin' up
But no need to talk, man
If you ain't involved, that's how I avoided them people (Scot free)
Shit, I don't do telephones (no calls)
Nah, I don't do
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
and behold I talk to bottom like my Johnson was Almighty God
Bonnie because he bust caps like a shot
I'm letting it go, I need some help so somebody let me
surrounded by niggas and takin' orders from crackers
Niggas get hit with that time turn into authors and rappers
Either that or niggas takin' they Shahadas
And when I gotcha, you riding with me
You keep asking, "When do you have time for me?"
I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented
Lifestyle
by me
Come on, come on, come on
Set me free
I can feel the penetration
Of a strong wind movin? me, mmm
I can feel the elevation, mmm
I'ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It's Eazy
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy
me bark differently
This Hamburglar lookalike turned
Into my Arch-enemy! Now his head leak
Fam’ get bled weak
And they’ll reunite in Heaven, but for
bitch hit my phone for the BNB
Broke a whole four Mastercard
Call me "Master P"
Work week, hit it for the ten
Not thе fucking three
Fuck school, dark web
From the
Tyrant dressed in our disguise
I'mma ride until the end even if I get
The push back for all my friends
Cah you know that I'm a fighter
Let me
Let the rain fall , sunshine
Night turn to day
All seasons know I'm here
Know I'm here to stay
You get me like I get you
No need to explain
How
lips call
Running up a check, I told my key, lease ten then
But I still got bitches on my Johnson like Linden
But you can call me magic
Cause I can make
reason)
You don't say you're sorry
Call this real love
Activates this mission to be
On the same time line
Call this free love
Get a ticket
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
me yeah
Cause I'm free
Get it out
Cause I'm free
Cause I'm free
Cause I'm free
I believe
In me
I'm free
I'm free
We might not be back
I might be in
got me speaking so freely
Red bone in my phone call her Tee Tee
Wanna love her but shawty too neaky
Never again will they be saying free me
Made it out
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