Lyrics:
When I ride by myself
I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her
Everybody calls me sir
No matter how long I stay
They never ever know
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
Big Rardi but fit in a small Audi
I slid and put a hole in one like golf by me
I been running with my face half covered
Don't cough by me
Don't walk
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
bitch
I’m havin trap talent
Add up them raccs Accurate
You cannot go toe to toe w lil Que and they should call me Johnson cuz they say my flow magic
Gagged, ball and chained
Feel just the same
Heads on the wall
Maybe you're just playing games
Set me free
Mauled by her hound
Hangin' around
Is this
of the tracks
Baby you ain't gonna wanna come back
'Cause I'm a free bird and damn proud of it
You're a sweet girl, are you sure you wanna ride with me?
Gonna
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
of the Sun
We'll be there to feed the hungry and to tend to the sick
We'll be there when the night gets black and the going gets thick
We'll be there
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Don't need a telescpe
To see the way you cheat on me
Think I'd give up hope
Hanging by a rope
If I though you'd never set me free
Totally
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
stayed with you
I would have wrote you a letter
but the telephone calls are free
Cause the boys in the next apartment
Are working all day
They're a great
That'd be nice, won't it?
I, gotta be careful to you
I, I wanna get there too
You want to go, but you want a free ride.
You want it in by standing
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas once,
bed
Waiting for me to get let
Go by the new me, cause I feel 17
And I'm awkward, maybe Jean Jacques is a falsehood
Maybe I'm nude in the bath and I'm
every hater above and below the equator that's hating cuz I do shit greater
They call me C.H.O.Z.E.N she call me Daddy
Baby girl ass got me feeling
can't classify you
You can't pacify me
We can't make it at all
You won't even take my calls
I just wanna be loved
You just gotta be free
I'll smile
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
cars by the three's, Bitches call me papa Johns 'cause I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
they screamin' Zoo Gang baby
Oh, we the zoo that's the new game
Pistol on me might get you two bangs
Take a look at how we do things
If you ask me nigga
what I should say
Rub me I'm your genie
Your wish is my command right away
Can we talk about it
Lady can we get together
I'm free, I'm free
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