Lyrics:
Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman
By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream
I could buy eight cars
I make a million
at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage
Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its
eating me away
It's taking me under
No air to breathe, no blood to bleed
Standing by the oak tree
Crooked bones all over me
Knock, knock, hear the clock
Everywhere I look, all I is see crooked faces
Is this what it like felt before Picasso painted
Covid, Sherlock Holmes, we got too many cases
Death is
you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy,
Oh ba-by, baby
Gotta
it just won't involve me
I'm three stories high still lookin up to see
Three bitches died just to get a look inside
All involving ecstasy, Molly,
lights on
To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious, just smile for me now
Smile for me, won't you
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
ain't no where to go
How we planting these seeds
And not letting them grow
Shit daddy locked up
Repeated cycle crooked system
Ran by white folks
You might
the sea floor traveled by the Mantis... check out my antics in this deep blue sea... a hispanic causing panic screaming Fuk da Police... Crooked Officer
Got wifey by side and she got her own shit
Listen... I’m blessed man, so so blessed
Passed all the test and I ain’t study for a sec
Slide on yo chick,
to patch by you, Help me
To weigh down sins, can't carry by myself
Do you like the way how I treat you?
Tell me, how you want me to come, be with you?
Don't
Swung by on the car phone
Niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin
Jet life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight,
lies down humble
By the sight of her smile, the crooked will crumble
And by the sound of her laughter they can't hold their lines
It breaks them
Whether you rap or you don't rap (ha-ha-ha)
Duck 'fore you get rushed (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Get stuck fucking with us (D12)
'Cause
We still don't give
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good
See most of the niggaz still
to that ecstasy, hoo
Oooooh ba-by, ba-by
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhh, what's your name?
What's your name? Gotta get you
Home
that sprayed was usin' Nina's
A.K's and S.K, ya chest cave
Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water
Bullet on fire, wreck some money still
lights on
To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence
Born with less, but you still precious, just smile for me now
Smile for me, won't you
the G's that follow me
Protect your essence
Born with less but your still precious
Just smile for me now
Oh Won't you smile for me
(Just smile
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