Lyrics:
label, I'll do this shit by my motherfucking lonesome I've been grinding by myself for a minute
But you think that Biggie Joe got all this tone? Cause I
Cause ignorance is bliss
This the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
We all
to survive is to be a demon
Be demon
I’m from where babies crying
Mamas screaming
Keep that five by side whenever I’m leaving
Mama said speak to a deacon
Cause
Tomorrow I'll be married tomorrow
You'll be blue
Tomorrow you'll just sit and cry the
Way I used to do
Tomorrow you'll be lonesome you'll
Sit alone
by myself I be lonely
I ain't never killed but these niggas will based on an insecurity
Oh he fucked your bitch oh he's getting money
That was they're
(J.R. Smith)
The way she be drunk off the henny, huh, huh? (Uh, huh, huh?)
Philly, hold on, pause, I'ma just ball like I'm Paul (Paul)
She suckin' dick
Im solo in the nighttime in the morning I'm fine
Ill dance by myself I got some stuff on my mind
Im lone by my lonesome with a blunt n some wine
Don't
What could have been, what it really be now
You feel no way when you talk to me now
We had that potential, but you don't see it now
But I'll still hit
know about my town
Thinking it's another city by the ocean coast
And not a whole lot that be ever going down (down, down)
As we coming up slow
On a ghost
live little J Smith
Be as me a dude, yea I can't starve
But that ain't all so if I call
If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me
Rapping Ron spitting captivated by my flows now
I be getting excited sometimes I got to slow down
Ballpoint fine them niggas hate the way I roll
Call me
nigga, paid the cost to be the boss
On the streets or behind the wall
Lift weights; get straight, 'til it's time to ball
Even if I never sell a million
Well, ain't no use sitting wonder why, babe
If you, don't know by now
Ain't no use sitting wonder why, babe
It'll never do anyhow
When your
Icey boys, and we still tote Uzis
It's about money, it ain't never 'bout music
Yeah, he from the streets
But he still ain't Gucci
Hunnid bottles
the roosters crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm travelin' on don't think twice it's all right
It ain't no
ridin I'll sign on niggas
but I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique,
never forget my B.G. cause I know he'll kill
the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back
'Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get
the early morning drinking coffee
And talkin' about when I'll be coming back
'Cause I don't let no woman tie me down
And I'll never get too old to get
another body with
A Skull that I'll Krunch
I know when Duty is Callin'
I'll be comin' in clutch
I felt the Fifty Cal slap
And got nostalgic at once
Because
trees everywhere I go
Plant a seed in this greenery blooming watch it grow, blooming now watch it grow
I'm in the sticks
I'm by my lonesome once again
you
All over yo body
I sware I got love for you
An I'll Never switch it up on u
Niggas they be tripping
They ain't really have it out for You
How
the first place
Meet my friend Smith he can be a little crazy
And my mans Wesson dropped on his head as a baby
Take Smith and Wesson and divide you by 80
all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Sham's nine times ultra
Wu-tang (brrrat)
Herbs two times great (uh)
You heard of me, son (big up L.A.D.)
Four, six times ill
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