Lyrics:
to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say,
don't come back for us when he makes it
And if he do it be too late, you gotta face it
'Cause by then there's someone new you've been replaced with
Old
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
(is he gon' ever fall off)
No, I walk by a so called tough guy
Watch him pass me nervous, after I passed him
He gon' get what the street life for
He
With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand
When he said he didn't want it
It was, fuck him again
One day, he gon' regret playing me
Little
and pearls
He like 'em nasty, hood bitch, but she classy
"Is that pussy mine?" My favorite thing that he ask me
Bitch, I got your favorite rapper tryna
about his soul
He didn't plan to do her any harm
So once she heard his plea
She shouted out with glee
Could you please meet me
Under the tum tum tree
Do I love you?
Will I stand by you?
Probably not.
Get me out of here baby
I didn't save up all my cash for this
Get me out of here baby
I didn't shave
I'm running in circles, I won't pick a side
Ask yourself
I said, ask yourself
Why does it make you feel better to put me in that box
Running in circles,
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
by
I'm gonna hunt you up and ask you
If you found out anything new
Or are you a-hangin to the best you had
With the steamboat whistle blues
I've
my medical marijuana
Was prescribed by a doctor
Shove a typewriter up Per-
-ez Hilton's ass, shit, almost forgot that
He's always shoving something up
pound
Naw some jump off we gonna hold us down
Can't knock a nigga that didn't make it, if he try
Far as me though, my spot is solidified
So when I
And he be throwin' fits every time I leave her
The last nigga didn't even know how to treat her
It's us against the world, just me and her
I'm pullin'
machine?
Some writer is by the fridge.
He said he didn't make the gig.
We wants to know if I was drunk.
He said the kids that he knows from the net said
the hoops and
play the game.
Me I play the banjolele
Recruited once by Barnum Bailey
You want to know why I didn't go
I'm the queen of the sideshow.
CHORUS
Slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me and do your job
Lay on the bed and give me head
Don't have to ask, don't have to beg
Juicy
turned bad to the world
When she really everything that you
Can ask in a girl
You treat her bad and kiss her ass for pearls
When really she deserve it but
didn't give him hands
He don't ask stupid questions
The dog just understands
Sometimes I just start laughing
Like my sides could bust
I'm just another
teaching
If you ask me
So it's important to learn from each mistake
And try hard, not to make the same one twice
His only regret was making the mistake
hung
Not that I killed him, it's just
He didn't want to trust
The words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach
to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm sittin back, rhyming on instrumentals
Anything I touch, it turns monumental
Me and Jerry Wonder, we keep it credible
the President
But will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the
Eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for
This capitalistic drug dealing
How
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
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