Lyrics:
I left a couple brain cells
In the bucket by the door
Now I feel like Brian Wilson Circa 1974
They keep throwing me at the wall
and I can't quite
the Beaumont
All my niggas havin' fancy dreams! (Fancy dreams!)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money scheme! (A money scheme!)
All my niggas havin' fancy
Treymxn
Purple boy Joseph
Girl you so caught up in your past
You don't know what you have in front of you
Girl you so caught up by your ex
When you
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
chips up
Jus got my clips up
You don't wanna trip bruh
All my niggas lift up
And get to bussin
Get stuck
They gone find you where I leave you
Feel that
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I
Little nigga and Puff, or caught a spot with a nine
Hand all sticky, my tires is all Mickey
She kissing on my neck, I'm too black for a hickey
I'm still
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
This shit perfect timing ain't none of this luck
Been on my grind I was bound to come up
Check wit yo hoe she kno I'm wuts up
I'm all in yo city just
when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggas ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, 'cause when it rains it
headphones on
They 'Beats by Dre' I can't hear her
Fell so hard its slippery
And your feelings don't mean shit to me
We broke up and you choked up
And now
So I was just recovering from the Aaron Rodgers news right
And of a sudden my phone just start blowin up I'm getting all of these messages
I'm like
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I
all about that paper, can't miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put
all about that paper, can't miss a beat
Yeah, I'ma get some cho-cho, one thing 'bout me
Yeah, gas up all that old shit, miss me with that
I could put
From back in the day
Dat same nigga selling
To get paid
Where you at
You know I'm right round da way
Get a pound
Then I break it to eighths
Bag it up
Now
and ride around
I wanna be all on my own
I just wanna be left alone
No nobody call my phone
I got plays I'm in my zone
I just wanna turn up by myself
I just
gym I got caught at last
For lighting up the courtyard grass
(Hey)
Teacher, teacher, go to the flesh
(Busta Rhymes liked to killed the complex)
Hey
Caught up
(I'm on my way yeah)
I been Caught up, they been Caught up
Caught up on the grind, all the time, i been working all the time
I been Caught up
Old engage in arm locks with the heathen
Young indulge in star struck misbehaving
Veils of Jordan girl gets caught in cycle wheels
Charlie's angels
worked out there a long time. Then when I left from
there, come back to St. Louis and I started playing for Charlie Chreathe's
band … and playin' all the,
risin' to the top (yeah)
Keep, keep grindin', keep strivin' on the block, yeah
To my brothers that passed away
See you when we get up top
All of us,
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I
to it
I heard there's Niggaz like me
we all getting to it
Was making plays up in the streets
It just wasn't music
Nigga try to play with me
Smoke him like
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