Lyrics:
to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga
Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star
Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my
wrong,
Why is there so much pain portrayed by these artists as they make these songs,
Are we too far gone,
Are we at the threshold of the great beyond,
I
hog
Runnin 'round like a lost dog
Comin up short like a pollywog
Go crawl back
Thinkin it's all good when it's all bad
Projectile blow this
You see, my
It all made sense
When I saw in your feed
A quote from the heartbreak
Something like your slate is so clean
Well if you were this unhappy
Why didn't
seconds, I'ma clean a minute
Even though, I'd cream the senate, I still don't PUFF laws
Or blow out judiciary committees within the city
And I'm pretty
broken and sweaty
Dreaming about revolution looking at my machete
But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms
And if I ran away, I know they'd
ain't never gon, change my ways
I'm a couple million dollas, short of being okay
Or I'ma couple doses just away, of going insane
And need the sticky
ain't never gon, change my ways
I'm a couple million dollas, short of being okay
Or I'ma couple doses just away, of going insane
And need the sticky
know it shuts down
Couple bruddas smokin' by the O, they blowin' nuff clouds
Sippin' by the bottle, gotta go because I'm slumped out
Takin' home
You Wanna Start Some Shit
Roll A 6-4, Gotta Light A Dome, Gotta Sharp A Blow
Gotta 9 Milimeter And A Clean .44 That'll Blast Yo Ass
If U Take
Decide the day is over
Hang it on your shoulder
Hoping that you could notice
Okay, let's go, I was posted by my grave
Hey, bae, come lay with me, like
muthafuckas ain't
Stood up to live listen
When the wind blows, it carries my struggle
And all the pain that I bear
There's a consequence of learning to smuggle
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
Stormy weather, better go get an umbrella
Or get hit by some fella’s guts sailing
Beat chunks cover the street up
Gotta wait for trash day for the clean
Everyday is like cheers
This is my year
Cut back on da red meat but I ain’t never scared
See a lotta peaches I want me a pair
B*tch I’m too clean that’s
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all
It's a small island in the Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico
Nigga the champ is
done rolled down on niggaz, we done let them gats burst
We done seen niggaz blood leak clean through they shirt
I ain't lying too ya boys when I said
'round in my Civic
I see ya girls walkin' by, lookin' fly
Soft to the touch like a porcupin
Blow my mind
Name's MC, me multiplied
Don't call home
'Cause
support
Living day by day on the edge of the lens
But he didn't realize that life was short
Now Eazy turning your sleep put your heat
My stars as I match
at 2 AM
Scam, scam, scam, you don't give a damn
You try to party every night
Blow too much by the end
Life is short, baby, take risks
But if you're
Teeth sink in the beat
I'm a leech speaking peace
Through a sound bite
Always been a freak with the speech
Circus creep clown type
With the short breath
to you
We'll show you a true Henderson verse
These frequencies will blow your mind
No need to try and stop it
When I play my waves I'm dropping bombs
Like
Ayy, out the cut like 007
Golden gun, lethal weapon, I got the pressure, so what's the issue
Leave no evidence, grab detention
Blow you away just
em on this Cali shit
From 805 to Baja, we be doin' all this Cali shit
Represent your Cali clique, do it with a passion
Life's too short to be sittin'
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