Lyrics:
from the brothers with my skin
Why then if statues should perpetuate honor
There's dishonored men carved by dishonored sculptors
In exodus 20: 4,5 is
had a whip I had an AK & a clip
Before I had a patek I had an audemar
Before I could drive I already went far
Travel state to state inside anotha bitch
fingers in the air scream fuck you
The motive is money
Momma ain't raise a dummy (Uh uh)
Fresh to death slim chance that you catch me bummy
Pistol by
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
like a semi
And I told my fam ima do it by twenty
I could never give a fuck about a fake flame
Off-topic talking with a great brain
Gonna see me on top
[SaBang]
I stood by the lake today
I ain't put the mask on my face today
No S on my cape today
Don't ask how I'm doin' I can't fake today
I got
20's, you ain't made a stack yet
You should be ashamed
I lied to my girlfriend, that bitch broke my game
Got pulled over by the cops, I didn't state my
on the TV
cnd that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
cnd are still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
time will tell I guess
But right now I have so much
I wanna rattle off of my chest
Like mom dad how you been
It's been a minute
Twenty two years in
Side
And the best friends money can by
Thirty years old, he got his face in the magazines
Most eligible bachelor in the state of New York
But things
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
rich, dues, I done paid a few
Smokin' weed by the zip, millions, I done made a few
State to state, I'm stackin' up and staying out the way
Big bag, I
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
This yo' karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I'm up in Neiman's with twenty bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I
thousand I'll leave your state
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south these bezeltines an baggets
So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
[Lil' Flip]
Down south we sip
I'm in the state of grace, in the hated race, by the angered face
Couldn't fight us, made a virus, gave us AIDS
I paved the way, 'cause they ain't get
Nah just a little misunderstood
I got the planet in confusion, for the simple fact my vocabulary lacks the word losin?
Contusions are placed across
that girl trying to make it in the world
By turning my back on you
Sweet confusion
Don’t wait up Jack
I’m never coming home
So don’t wait up
Don’t wait
Cancer diagnosis at twenty five
Kinda makes you contemplate the essence of life
Sadness anger anxiety fear
Scenarios
Am I going to disappear?
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make twenty-four-sev,
And I'm talkin' thousands we can add that to the stash,
God damn--forgot
it is tough
'Cause more than half the population still has yet to grow up
Now after twenty plus centuries let us see what's what
And examine some point
Probable cause (yeah) probable cause
You don't have to break no laws
They say probable cause (word)
Now who's this nigga in the 4.6?
About twenty
Strangeways
Strange, strange
I was born into confusion
My mother said to me
'When you become a man you'll understand'
But it's still a mystery
Twenty something
Should be sittin’ in a coupe
Posted in the thorns
I been waitin’ on the bloom
Doomed, doomed, doomed
I sing songs of loneliness
Hard
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