Lyrics:
dumb in just couple of days now
Yeah
Go Dummy
I dont wanna go to school Friday
Cause Friday, Friday Is the day Im gonna die
Hey' Momma, I know you feel the baby pain when I say
Today I was dumb
the face
How a nigga want the fade, knowin' he had to go to jail the next day?
Pussy boy
You somethin' like my bitch Rose Toy
KKK, got Ks on Ks, wanna
Carry into a new fold
Where society is going pro
Where the cons are actually as cold as snow
Season change go row by row
Till they all go blow by blow
the fritzy tungsten
Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
Serotonin
can't get away where do you go?
(Inside your mind) man child never had a chance to be young
Either you selling drugs or out there on the binge strung
tryna fuck with me
Bust down to the socks, I'm rocking double G
on a normal day, I'm rockin' Ricky, maybe prada tee
Can't go outside, that shit not for
Its ya boi pink parse baby
Valris Brandt, the OG
Let's go
You wanna see a god hit the pink parse
Back it up scrub I know talent like this sparse
But
A portrait painted by a rap Picasso
Spitting urban philosophies
Hood Aristotle
A black poet operating on a higher frequency
Compete with me it wouldn't be fair
the trenches
Remember them days, I been fences Smokin' on gas, you could tell by the stenches
Just got a new Glock, and I added extensions Beam on that bitch, I
pool at the teen center
I remember days I couldn't even use the hot spot
So used to go to Burger King for the WiFi
And that shit was tough, but now we
of government cheese lest they barely make it by
Here the streets never dry if you know the right guy
But you better not flinch if shawty with the wavy 16 inch
an urban myth
The better ways to fare is letting go of what you give
Cause love comes and goes but pain is what it is
My inner circle was a blessing till we
swordsman on the field cause leader called attack
I met griffith just another scene
Got recruited by a band call me band of the hawks member
I got promoted
playin a fiddle
Squad rep gold call em George kittle
Flipping the rifles like we got rivals
Idols they hate me I preach like a bible
Tell em by by then
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
show you where you supposed to go
Then he show you what's next
Yeah
God'll show you where you supposed to be
VHS or DVD yeah
Head high that's the king in
You know how we do
Repent... take notes
Secret's in the flesh, no DVD hoax
I'm ill... no secrecy oath
Still from the Ville... 5 &10 crook
Been
we go!
On the twelfth day of Christmas
Santa gave to me the following things:
Twelve solar fans
Eleven Britta filters
Ten red Sigg bottles
Nine
on the minister, scope full while I'm sticking ya
And roll a dutch
Shorty I've been whipping ya for years now
Hold Keiths smile on the prowl
My lifestyle
fiddle
By any means get it my nigga (Let's go)
Exercise, push up my nigga (Push up)
Only way is up like I done said
Tuck all the bullshit put it to bed
tempted by women at times
It's like being the king of the hill
Surrounded by dimes but that's the least of
My trials and tribulations (what)
Handle
sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin
Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that
to intervene
on any one given angle
to any one given scene.
My name's Mark, I go to Uni and College,
don't socialise that much,
I just revise and build
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