Lyrics:
I wake up one morning and it's passed you by
You don't know when and you don't know why
I feel like an old memory hangin' round
And man, we've got
(funny)
Ain't just me the whole team gettin money
(money)
50 box of sweets nigga we stay blunted
(blunted)
On that old race spent a clean 600 (yeah)
In
memory alive
By holding your head up high just like a soldier
March towards your goals remember what your folks told ya
As you get older you'll
But i need green before im old
Cover my shit just like its mold
This neck-elace, has got me Froze
But i am too hot
My flow is too stubborn
I can not
on the nose with a boop
Scoring always makes me want to eat that wanton soup
Soaring in a mood look at me now, wow
Bustin a rhyme like Chris Brown, wow
More in
down
Hit the ground running with my head down
It's about time they hear me though
Hit the TV before I even hit the radio
Man they say it sound like old
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
like I never seen the better things?
Emerald ring, I chase cheddar mean
Pockets on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
for more, bent over by the door
B**ch not a f**king wh**e, but you know I like it raw
Nig**s f**k a new b**ch, know I am the truth b**ch
Now you finna
I don't even know the old you
But I got some things I can show you
Turn up like I'm Goku
Turn you on like the Roku
Make ya new man old news
New dick
down in my town like Chris Brown we gon' run it
I don't trust nobody, not at all, glock stuffed in my coat
All my niggas we the new wave we gon' rock
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
that I got, kinda cheapy
I'm old school like Tweenies
Now Channel U TV, you might see me
Got a freaky gyal named Cece
Give me uck when I'm driving
and the situation
When I was a boy about eight years old
There was a certain Rastaman
And he love all the children
And he treated us like a man
Even the little
all good though I'm just tryna explain where it could go
Cause you fly and I want you by my side
Make us like a vowel U and I
Baby wears a white dress
Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're just too fucking blind you know what's what,
And if you're bluuugh you
I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
paid ya
Because I heard you spent your money
Hiring Chris Brown out for the day cause
But you still didn't even chart proper
Going on like your
like Chris
My little brother so rebellious this a tight ship
A lil brown a lil white with some nice hips
Get her in a vice grip, ouuu
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that
Been around since Chris Brown was running
filled with
Something else I've compulsively
Searched for over
The past few years - really old
Fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls
(quite a few
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