Lyrics:
Contrary to whatever your belief is
My life feels like its half gone, paraplegic
Watch out who you hang with, fellas be some leeches
I tried to send that
we can build a fire to keep us warm
But I'd rather not hear the same old stories anymore
And honestly I want to leave, but there must be something in
blow they star asking for shit
You made your choice I could tell that you sick
Who the fuck tryna test me
All my shit grade A
And you know it
I'm
indiscretion
Who needs an ancient history lesson
I feel good
And you look fetching
O as if there's any question!
have some
I go straight to my man J.B. to hit me off
I hit you back, so you won't be at a loss
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
You got kids on the ave
Lickin shots in
they see you bags and be all on yo dick like a fuckin' freak
Go back and forth, pussy nigga please
I'd rather go get me some cheese
Set the trap, expose
the ceiling
You cant say im always sinning
Ill give my heart to needs it but really id rather keep it
I cant trust a mothafucka not a man not a hoe
I stay
shoe
I brought to school
Said play it cool
Cuz rules just don't apply
When you be fly just don't abide
Lemme take you on a ride
Let's say you died who
"Take it slow and breathe easy
You don't need to get there today"
Because what's ahead and what's left behind
Are the essence of who I will be
I'll take
goes by we're enjoying every minute
Talking life, playing cards, and you know I'm winning
Embracing every moment I don't know if they're my last
It
That's right, it's a quarter to five and there's someplace I'd rather be My baby called and said, I need you now, they just left and I got the key.
bitch who you kiddin'
we be hotter than a sun blaze
so fuckin fly i don't even need a run way
blunts full of kush
i be steamin till my lungs cave
We making plays and we paving ways to have greater days
Who knew the hustle would come to music and paper planes
I've come to take my place so make
will incite *breath* don't dim my lights
I'd rather recite, crash like sites, record and rewrite
Report on mics, check stereos, unload and type
On haters
that
Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days
With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays
[La the Darkman]
I'd rather die if I'm not livin
mum cry before my mum cries
It's Nina with the Nina, fam, you know who I be
I'm in the club with no ID, it's Nines
Tick-tock, gonna them niggas
the consequences
Doves cry Jamil prince ain't no picket fence
Wonder if I'm wronged who'd come to my defense
Aint see what I wanna be I became the recipe
Thank you
be lazy
I'm taking only what I need
I'd rather go broke than crazy
I miss my friends who are already dead
I try to make time for them in my head
I try
Sometimes I reckon things
Could have been much more simple
But still, you know, once bitten means twice shy
If I reach out to someone who I care for
all and never
Have to endeavor this
I could keep on guessing why these people wanna get me
Or I could just go light up cause I'd rather be fuckin
Imagine your face in the dirt, now tasty self worth, I'd rather
Chase bourbon and have a word of concern with the Federal Reserve
The nerve of the family
you by the way that I talk to you
'Cause, the good days can turn into bad days
And the bad days make it hard to have faith
I'm a fuck up
And I
niggas up to no good
How the fuck I'm a help somebody
Who ain't helpin they self
And at the same time wanna do you
When they think you got wealth
Lord
the early later mid afternoon
And who the fuck told you you could sleep in my room
Now my house smells like ass got me choking on fumes
My friends been
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