Lyrics:
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
today
I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is takin' shape
My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife
Starin' at me on back of some
we gon'
[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat,
band)
I'm goin' T-Raww, skinny nigga, big bands
Happy birthday bitch, I'm the cake man (ayy)
Don't give that good pussy away to a waste man (Ayy)
through the crowd, fan by fan (by fan)
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn
Not your average
public it's nothing
I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet to get back at me
Trapped and I'm lacking sleep
Fact is you're
The roads have been spoiled
By a weak kind of royal
You have been everything
Oh, where have you been
The signs I see are those in need
But twenty
they hood up
But nine out of ten of us ain't got good luck
You gon' ride on a man and catch twenty-five
Or get hit and get sent to the other side
You
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands 'bout stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in
pays rent
Speak in jagged tune to us vagrants
Lost patience.
Spoke dead tongue from basements
Trace this back to nights of backspins
Evil-eyed by them
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
Renegade young savage good nigga with a few bad habits
Get away no lacking can't keep no bitch thats average
By the way stay active never know when
back to you
Lord twenty one was so much fun
Take me back to you
Before the real world and these hard times begun
I used to lay down by the river
Get high
drove by his house, so who you tryin' to dial
If you're lookin' for an answer, you're probably gonna find it now
And to the man in the hat standing
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat
(Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff (ayy)
Pull up
I don't think I'm sticking to it
My new years resolution was a weak one
Forgot that shit by Feb
I was gonna get shit done
But I had new shit in
back (never go back)
Queens'll always have your back (always)
I'm thinking Roberta Flack (yeah)
First time I ever saw your face I fell in love just
to come
And he said, ""It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one""
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm
be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get
this does?
Add to a trail of hatred
Twenty twelve was taped for the world to see
Set us back another four hundred years
This is modern day slavery
for war we send the missiles (woah)
Hangin' by the rope like some dope (like some dope)
Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (ooh)
Pussy good
how to get me back like Liam
No fuckin' or not, I'll be gone by the pm
With all the kissin', the touchin', the bitin', the tuckin'
You know you
smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in walks Romeo, he's moaning
"You belong to me I believe"
And someone says, "You're in
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