Lyrics:
a whore
But I just came to leave
A little lovin' at your door
Oh, ooh show me some affection
Oh, ooh give me some direction
Oh, ooh know you're my
Drugs are like cheat codes
Holla if you need dope
But you lose all achievements better save the game or stay home
Marijuana chain smoke on your head
to
Took an oath
If You ain't a friend. you're a foe
Loved by few
Hated by most
Ima it do what it do
Just to reach my goals
Don't mean to be rude
When I
doing this for?
You left your friends
And your girl back home
For a shot at the world
But now you're on your own
But you want this right?
This glitz
adamant at day
But in the evening
I'm convinced,
That's when the best of christian's
Just simply cannot resist,
Abide by all the laws
But then act like
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
guy's) camera taping me
I'm here
Does it feel you're the coward of the year?
I'm gone too far
Somebody pull me home, too gone
Too far, too gone, too far
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
shit can't be taught
I owe her for the dreams I shattered 'bout a bachelor's
Just know I'm gon' pay it back by owning all these masters
Not just that but
cool with the tactics
Military straps while her back on the mattress
I never really bagged chicks, but I know had hits
Dropped 5 albums, they all been
Ratking yelling at me: go home, immigrant
These streets smell rap, these streets smell weed
Stopped by the crossroad, but I’m gonna proceed
I keep catching
daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support her
This whole year's been crazy, asked the Holy Spirit to save me
Only difference from me
everytime I'm mashin
Bitches lookin at me like they love me with a passion
And no mistaken I'ma break on these foos
And being who I am, I never ever follow
always on the latest drugs
Designer
I'm a major plug
Take a pill sip a the cup
But fuck what the cup says
I ain't been home but I'm good love
know Im going
headed out to the lake and I'll be gone
All weekend long but I'll call you back when I get home on
Sunday afternoon and P.S. if this is Austin I still
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
her half to death.
Hand prints on her jeans, she woulda just got up and left.
But that's when she saw benny standing over by the bar.
She sat back
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
freaks home.
Man, they start trippin' when they think your rich.
Met her yesterday. All on my tip.
It's not hard to believe. But that's how it goes.
quite get away,
Seen more jails and courts and laywers than she'd like to say,
Benny's always been a fighter, that'll never change,
Kathy takes him home
leg room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
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