Lyrics:
so I had to let ha GO
Money bagg with a lot of cash
ITS LITE
She like when I grip that a**
MY B*TCH
My flow got a cold it's sick
Call me the gun I'm
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
took off
And got pulled over by a cop
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You overdid it, holmes
You had too much to drink
You
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no)
God put me on this Earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah)
The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin'
When it was cold, I had to light up a flame
I couldn't take all the blame, I had to step up my game
I gotta be precise, I'm reading order
You know I'm
home from a long day
Picked up a pack, put bread on her lap when it's a cold day
I had to watch my mama stress about her bills
So I slapped 50 on that
Gucci's on my face
Walking out of Mario's heading to Pacific Place
Used to be a young nigga having ho's on Denny Way
Nigga it ain't nothing for a nigga
since the word go
Yeah you know this flow cold Eskimo
Whipping chickens got that sauce buffalo
I done lost some friends by the way
I done bought a new
don't really want to be bothered
Steve Austin stone cold with the bars yeah
But I never had a bald head
I never listened to what y'all said
You can see
have known by now, Eazy does it
From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga with a serious ass
Slo-Mo
She shake that ass up in Slo-Mo
VVS on my neck they damn cold
Coupe got frog eyes like a damn toad
Stick with a drum like bongo
Cashin' out I
And it goes
Uhh one
I ain't gonna play with niggas
Had to stay away from niggas
Had to get get get way far away from niggas
You have made me cold
I
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
(Woah)
I be on the road
I don't tell nobody bout' the time when I was cold
No sleeping on a bed, man we was sleeping on the floor
Had to get it out
We just left the club
So you know we both drunk as fuck
30 min in, second wind
Call it cardio
I go up and down round and round super Mario!
Oh wee
Think I’ve had enough (had enough)
Hating stuff (hating stuff)
No I don’t wanna be
Hating stuff
Focused on the way life sucks
There’s an awful lot
fish filet
Yeah that pussy like mac yeah, I had to slay
Okay, niggas be mad, cause they know they not about shit
Step in the party girls, staring
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll be rising
Oh, and she'll find
somethin' big and sip somethin' cold
I'd be a liar if I said I had a plan today
'Cept watch these banks roll by, take it all in
Don't get too deep, don't
instilled inside my head
Lost cause
Cold case
Had me seeing red
Lock jaw
Bit down on a barrel
By the river bed
Smoke and mirrors
I was raised with the fear
was known as home this is nostalgia
Had a lot of friends didn't know the real them this is nostalgia
Was raised by the Mom of my bestfriends this is
foreign cars, stolen keys
Roll with me, why'd you go cold on me
Talk shit and try to snitch the troll on me
Blood Roses, Blood Thumbs, Blood Tats
Tie
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