Lyrics:
bought by his old man, back in 1972
It's the same one on the TV on that big world series screen
And all the while you sit displeased with your fashion
breath
But you never mentioned
The man who died a criminal's death
I couldn't make it by myself
I was just too blind to see
to discuss this problem.
At the beginning they had thought that cats
would drive away mice.
However, the number of rats became a problem for them.
It was very
Daddy used to tell me all the time
There would come a day when you realize
How fast every day of your life flies by
You can't get it back again
I'm
I'm fuckin'
Ho what's the difference?
Oh what a difference
If you ask any of my niggas they'll
Tell y'all it's 420 every day
If she complain about how
changed under twenty presidents
Overseas companies kill the millions by disease
Then they lie and we buy it just to watch on our TV's
If you wonder why
your people by surprise
Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up
Alright, yeah
Alright, yeah
Alright, yeah
Yeah
It was so divine when I had you by my side
I was autopilot and I watched you take flight
When
to let it
I just wanna go party with you
I cant fill that void in my head
I cant i just wanna go party with you
If you could see inside my mind
You would
You judge a man by his enemies, y'all loved in the industry
I would never fold but I am careful with my crease
Wolves disguised as sheep
Sheparding
don't mean nothing to me
Bitch, you know my life it be sweet
The shit that I do
You can't do in your dreams
Get that money by any fucking means
Young
to the full extent
Never lose my cool, I don't live by rules
Niggas too content
If another man tell you how
To feed your fam, nigga, you's a bitch
So I got
we would shoot
Get up in the game and I'm breakin' hell loose
Put the pedal to the metal in my Louis L boots
I swear you better listen to the shit I
Day by day, this world gets just a little bit harder
Would you say, carry weight that could kill a man
You gotta register, then you take a plunge
it (Unh) baby baby
Still holding metal if the situation calls for it
If I present it then You fall for it
I’m all about that narrative mob style is
thinkin' about killin' them both to stop the violence, man
Fuck
I look good, but I'm not okay
When you livin' in a hood where them shots gon' spray
Help to ventilate, lung capacity featherweight,
Your audacity to judge me by my cover
A mistake unlike no other.
Would your brother judge your father
If
routine
But if the monotony's making you scream
Then what's the ride worth?
Yo, what is my purpose?
If I could fly from this earth, I would
And gain
And if you had to call me back
I would decline with no effect
And, god, I hope I hold you down 'cause
See, this life is such a bitch, yo, ayy
Stop, girl,
Fingers" 'cause she acting up
But who am I to judge?
Love is blind, out of sight, out of mind
Yet you think about a nigga some time
Moon sign, red bone
an invisible man
Now I've got one groupie
And about three fans
And I found that shell and sabotaged my plans
Buried my nose and dug with my hands
Dirt loads
we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin poles"
Really thou back when I sported chilli bowls
And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones
My city
doors?
ooooohh
There's something about a man on a stage
That'll make you listen and think I want to come back again
And so Mr. Nice there it is. I'm
that shit y'all sayin', man, these niggas started off as fans
I keep my Glock inside my hand, I kill you when I get the chance
Wop we only let that nigga
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