Lyrics:
don't push
And you won't get shoved
No joke
I ain't here to laugh
I ain't here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie
I wanna be your chick
And only for the Rule, baby
I'll ride for you (yeah), die for you (yeah)
Do anything you want me to
I'll be your down-ass
the sheriff walked in to notify the next of kin papa was run over by a train
It had been almost a year since papa left us here we were sorry but really felt no
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I
real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you,
The souls of your friends, you and I will
watched your transformation,
Right to school to your coll and occupation,
It took this long to be a man to have this conversation,
But fuck it here we go
I
next up
Hammer in the North Face, run down
It's a cold case (Ah)
Custom cocaine Air 1s
Goonies by her cold gates, waiting on
Parole dates, you get
a socialite
Michael liked the kids too much
Cosby on that sleepy sex
Usher passin' herpes 'round, Miller passed
What's next? Roseanne got her show pulled
Paris
and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
And I
But if you'll bring that steam drill round, I'll beat it fair and honest
I'll die with my hammer in my hand but I'll be laughin'
'Cuz you can't replace
here to serve ya
Don't want to hurt ya
Let me know whats next
I'ma try to get it all
What do you want
Tell me what is next
Next, next, next
I just want
it
Bitch, I got it by far
Imma tryhard
Imma tryhard
What you talking bout, Willis in Die Hard
You don't see the fucking vision cause the blindfold
I'm
out, shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt)
Live by the gun and we die about it, shit, I'm praying the sword don't kill us
Praying the Lord forgive
I aint trying to die young
In the hood that im from
Everybody around here seem to die young
And i aint trying to die young
I aint trying to die
my mold, I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people from
One day to the next
I can't change my mold, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Your boy
dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Eks sien nog n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons tsil
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly
I'll be waitin' (the type of life I live)
Now peep it, here go the secret on how to keep a playa
Some love makin' and homecookin', I'll see you later
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag
Uhh, this is it baby
End of the road, ha hah
When
grow deeper almost every day
Days and weeks roll by and winter nights draw nigh
And everything that lives must die
For one day you are here and the next
she's sweet but she a psycho
A P.Y.T. want me to beat it like I'm Michael
I know we only met one time
But you're still on my mind
Maybe you stop by
I know
love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next n**** get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make
And the Michael mask? React fast
Or die slow man, I don't know
My life, my show, so it's time you go
I'mma hit 'em with a little
Bit of a fast flow
You mimicking
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