Lyrics:
probably now be lined up in chalk
By myself back home in an alley out in K Town,
The feeling's different when I pray now,
When you're on the top, treat
see a man's blood on my Clarks
(Baow) make the ting come in two by two like
When the animals all stepped in the Ark
(Haha)
Double 8's tryna do Formula
lyin' in my grave
Shake me down and take me down to the jailhouse in the sky
Standin' outside the pearly gates and they're twenty-fuckin'-seven feet high
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
took liberties
Saw Nanny on the visit's
Said my daughters were the spit of me
I don't know my daughters and it sickens me
Years in the jailhouse, YOI's
just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers, got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall action
Barely
We didn't think we were going to make it
Now we're stretched out in wide, furry seats
Flicking through menus
A walk to the bar and there's as much
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
lemons and I squeezed Them all my beef is savored
Yeah I'm really trying to eat
Like my shit is catered
Dealing in these streets got to Watch thy neighbor
to Heaven?
Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in.
Aw, here it comes!
I just spent sixty days in the jailhouse,
For the crime of havin' no dough, no.
Now
everything next just cherries
Y'all see my life, like I'm played by Jim Carrey
Proud to be here, cause it used to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
I've seen a man's life been turned upside down on the premise of lies
He said he didn't want no savin', so now they've got him while in the jailhouse
For
Sitting by the window, she's
Sitting by the door, her
Nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking
she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
famous when they don't play us
Close the doors Jim's ghost now tryna berate us
How can I be cancel culture when I get the culture canceled
Dancing with
This old safe the family inherited
Was kept by Jim who took good care of it
They trusted him, and he didn’t complain
For generations the safe was
It was my mate Jim’s mum’s funeral
And I wanted to attend
So he knew I was there for him
In this tough time for my friend
The service was quite
you
Ligma balls nigga ligma dolls
Now this bitch wanna see possessed dolls
All up in my room
But I'm dressed in red but I'm blessed by the Christ nigga
survive
Only with a knife?
Bunch of bodies on the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon?
Oh my god, I'M DOOMED
Bunch of bodies
they rap boy
I was out on the backstreet jailhouse canteen then I put the ends in the map Yh
mamba times when I didn’t have p”s now I splash everyday
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
don't see nae hoe and me, I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the juelz, my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds in my ear
And if you don't eat
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