Lyrics:
it’s money on his set
I said “We on the phone so u know say no more, you coming by the crib?”
He said “I’m almost at your door”
I go to let him in and he
ambition
Past the streets we see past the image
Cause you're the last friend by the
Grave of the prison hall
And you're the first friend to tell
'em to be
(Sole:)
From a place where nobody knows;
If they do, they keep their mouth closed
ln the odds over weighing for the day to come;
looking
(Sole:)
From a place where nobody knows;
If they do, they keep their mouth closed
ln the odds over weighing for the day to come;
looking
You know what time it is (x8)
Hang on party people,'cause here we go
We're gonna cold take the party to another plateu
But in order for us to achieve
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not tryna play fly)
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear (weave?)
Sitting in my day care
It was day-glo painted
You see me I'm a drinker
You see me now I'm sainted
Chased by the plaintive
Haunted by the medium
weed, never been a rookie
Even when I was broke
I still got a lotta pussy
Always by the weed and a check though
Freshest vet on the west coast
BC, Keith
can't go wrong)
Like caramel on vanilla sundae
Have a scoop you'll want some day
Cause you're my favorite flavor
(C'mon, baby baby c'mon) c'mon
My
!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, stretch!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til
the author
You got me feeling a certain kind of way
You got me afraid that it all will fade away
You'll stay by my side until we're old and gray
I've got
pay me, please don't kill the hype
I mix the honey and patron with some ice
Let's get it crackin', baby, we can go all night
I might say I love you, but
more melanin
But now we have to track back our love like Hector Bellerin
I'll take you on a tour, go from rural to urban
Baby look past the fact I ain't
gotta car so I'll steal my dads Keys
I'm sick of the stay at home days
I'm sick of the stay at home nights
I wanna go out, i wanna get laid
I wanna get
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
I come from a place where the dad is a urban legend
The father is a mother it's a black and white world but we love in living color
What a rumble in
when
You cease to exist I've seen it too many times
Cats snuffed out like that mostly by our own kind
We're believing the lies, the truth's compromised
Riding the tram home at night feeling my city´s heartbeat / Helsinki shitty
park streets / Urban safari / It´s my city, my life, my day, my night /
not walk further
Hills of beauty never
Seen by public eyes
Those grey pupils of urban infants
Wired and cordoned by private greed
We see no green
Not
I know consistency is key
But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm
girls are buggin', sayin', "Keith is my boyfriend"
But I come back though, start the attack though
Add up some points like I'm playin' Nintendo
Now look
The doctor came back and said, "We're gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 days in jail
the box for the Mix-A-Lot slice (huh huh)
why'all ready to get busy? (huh huh!)
Now, buttermilk biscuits here we go
Zip the flour roll the dough
Clap your
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