Lyrics:
to Tribe, Comm Sense, BlackStar, Aquemini
Every song is hella fly, when the days go by I've got a soundtrack
Proud, hope she plaques a triple plat
She's
triple A passes
I'm sitting with the stars
Listen up, I ain't normal, I'm sicker than my bars
Driven myself crazy, I've been in every condo
I like
y'all
Which park, are y'all playin' basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freaking brothers
there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
Way too
fantasies
Female MCs even rhyme about flipping keys
Couldn't work a triple beam, nah mean?
It seems like keep it real means real bogus
Real fake outta
sober, like a soldier, I don't need a beam (nah)
And I told Quavo to use my shoulder if he need to lean
I tried to drown the pain away, by drinkin' pints
day since you left me
Never give myself away for free
I tried so hard to make it work
Cuticles fill up with dirt
Reveal your sins, I had to stay alert
of fact, let me rephrase
With more rhymes and ways to fillet felines these days
Watch the path of the black one
Supervillain, he wrecks clubs for delf
In
bitch as long as a limousine
I ain't never been a fiend
But back in the day I was makin' a bean
Triple beam scale, oh well
I'm back on the block makin'
peacefully
Its Al -Salaam Alekum
There's Jake everywhere B I spot a lot of bacon
So many .45’s it sound like a Jamaican
I be with hard rocks and they solid
questioning
Never seen a triple beam
Yet he say he trapping tough
Caught him slippin on some lean
Guess I felt like cashing bluffs
Took him for his chips
Fuck it fuck it bitch I'm the greatest
Suck it suck it bitch I'm the greatest
I am the greatest since day one
I been blazing daily eighty blunts up
I
of fact, let me rephrase
With more rhymes and ways to fillet felines these days
Watch the path of the black one
Supervillain, he wrecks clubs for delf
In
Mashing buttons to abort
Wanna beam me down a quart
It seems Scotty's much too busy
And I could've sworn I knew your name
But when I passed you by that day
All the shit I should be hung for, and probably killed for saying
And I probably will, but not until the day I pop a pill again
Like chopping 'til I
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
shoulders boy I need to get the chips
Thrift tells me ego balance that’s his faith in triple beams
Me in haze dazed only overthinking about my dreams
thought Lil Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Dwayne
[Chorus]
I was watching t.v. the other day right
Got this white guy on there
Talking about black
ain't looking at no calendars
Gliding like Islanders
Pistols equipped with silencers
Load 'em, point 'em at challengers, be triple beam balancers
I
a full moon,
Buy what we want, spend what they want,
Young, rich, hot nigga, everything she wants!
Triple beams scales got me under deep spells,
Kiss my
records n cassette tapes
Press play, you ain't bin this fresh on your best day
Nooooo, I bin chefin' 16's on the fly
Wit the precision of a triple beam I do
baggin' ounces in the back of the Maz'
Ostrich on, Wollriches, three Quarter-ness
A.D.I.D.A.S. wit Stan Smith's
The grant's on the Stove
And Aunt Lo
Grand-father, remembers
Patching holes, in the sky, it's running all of the time
I can tell, this is hell
No one talks, no one talks
One day will we
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