Lyrics:
May 5 1980
i woke, it was may 5 1980
i ain't born, nor am i fuckin' dead
someone was blowin' on my dice
and givin' me the chance to say no and hang
real, my shooters can aim
LTS, I'm takin' over the game
Bruce Banner and I'm feelin' the rage
Shoutout to Kelly that nigga a dog
I'm a pimp, by the way
can tell time
It's quarter 5
If you don't stand with us
we gon ride
We talkin black lives
This a sign
George Floyd would be proud cuz we by his side
('Mano)
Feelin' like I was God
How did I get from too much to not a lot?
Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?
You take and you
bent too
By a nigga that'll make ya sick
You know me *scratch**scratch**scratch* , Yeah
Now let me tell you about a party that I threw last year
Niggas
hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
that wasnt even the question
That was like the geographical side
See I took that like geographically
I mean Ill definitely my prediction was millions by
it is
Ever since a jit
I knew I was the shit
Turn your game off
Cause I ain't playin it
Used to be player
Once before
The mvp of foreplay
I get money
brow
Into days, into weeks, into years
Saturday we'll go fishin'
Come by around the house around 4
cnd we're stayin' alive
cnd the news is on at 5
But I
talk real slow
but we sing real loud
Long Live the South
I was brought up on the Bible
Raised by the gun
No matter where I go
I won't forget where
your dreams
You know what it means
I'll crush all your dreams
Leave me now I'll be your Kaputnik
I'll undermine you and get in your way
I'll still
will
Needed them when I was five in the backseat
Five-eleven I do still
My lucky self
Forever true
My peeking sun
My parachute
My lucky self
Forever
I spent a lot of time when I was a kid,
Looking at the world from a tree.
My mama wasn't good to me,
And my daddy, well he's dead.
The tree became
Million lies are flying about oh!
The lion's eyes have a doubt xxx!
Something tells me I was caught in a trap
I'll be crushed flat by defeat, just
on a replay
As if I could've known what was on the menu
Boys gotta eat in the sold out venue
I'm way back in the cheap seats
Reading the receipts
Pinching both
The year was 1991, it seems that freedom is dead and gone
The power of the rich is held by few
Keep the young paralyzed, educated by your lies
lady that be blowing up the spot
While my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock
I step live I think she see me putting out the pot
Peace Dot,
and by the way
Did I remember to tell you I adore you
And I am living for you alone?
Did I remember to say "I'm lost without you"
And just how mad
Like the girl from a ribcage
She was conned by its tongue
When the worm should've got stomped
Up in my intercostal space
I can feel where you're
life
You gon' hear stories about me that shit ain't right
The way you lick your lips, the way you bite 'em
The way you answer your FaceTime I like 'em
I'll never stop rapping (huh)
One two three four five pill's (what)
My action's and my mouth where my heart is (stack)
I get out my way when I fight
I'm finna hit a jug let me find my fucking scale
-
Trapping everyday I work by myself
-
I was down bad but I had my fucking self
-
You niggas
The Three Mariner's hideaway
Where the ghosts would hang
Take me back just one more time
Where time was mine, the world was kind
And worries and concerns
Get it by the pole, yeah I'm geeked but I'm ready
She don't wanna see, but she really get it steady
Diamonds on the road but my diamonds really wetty
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