Lyrics:
the war is won
And what's done is done, an all-good "Son of a Bush"
I've been there before, "got a letter from government"
Slid underneath, my front door
homie rapped
That's just the way it is
I'm crossin' Bay bridges
Money, weed, and blow, in the Bay, we break bitches
It's just a money thang, you know
niggas a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggas find happiness, with a blunt and a brew
They talented niggas, but they just need something
ain't thinking bout the sex
40 Lookin good wit Louis but I'm thinking bout da teck
Pistol gotta match my outfit when I leave out da set
My mans got hit
of man raised by his mother, still look himself as the hero
Laughing and stock
Made by the bills he got
But he got a lot of money, so her panties gon'
by asking your wife
Is your husband a man of God
Or he just faking for likes? (Yuh)
But you the one that gotta live it yourself
I know it's hard just
to the morning
Tried to find some closure so I put it to the pen
Found my peace in writing stories, by the time, that I was 10
Dropped a couple g's for all
leaves
I'm like Spike Lee see my life is a movie
If I had a twin, she would still choose me
You the next man up, may I ask who's he
St. Louis is the home,
by the pound
When they cross the line
Can’t get a dime
You have lost your mind
A job ain’t hard to find
I come across work like all the time
It
A man lost alone in pajamas
What's the shit
Dusk has come
But he wears sun glasses
Sun is stricking today
Is'nt it
Who is it
The party has been hard
It's
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
Mmm! Say baby
You got some fries to go with that shake?
Ay what are you man? Yo man
That is NO way to talk to a woman man
Man! I =BEEN= talkin
double hips
Man, I just walked in by myself, she said I came with extra dick
She got a fat ass, with some warm pussy, feel like he wearin' oven mitts
I
to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
Lifers
Good kush be lowerin' my eyelids
They go on Google tryna find what I get
Nigga, every dollar and every cent
Thirty-three and really rich
Down
believe this life is mine
And I'm not plannin' on leavin' yet
But the truth is you just never know
And if this is as good as it gets
Man, I think I'm good
Hard time niggas, is you bought that life
God told you if you walk by faith, and not by sight
On my way, then I found that white
Almost lost my life,
the plug, can't fall off
Coupe from outer space (tshh), trust me I'm okay
Bought Hi-Tech paid by the case (by the case)
You could tell that's Chanel by
extreme and supreme no bluff
And every is slap and oh so tough
But there's a time that I find yeah
And it comes like a season
To wind down for no other
and you're fine
And I want you to be mine
Fly girl, fly girl
Have no fear, your heart is in good hands
Won't you let me be your man?
All my friends are
doubted I would make it out my mama house
So finally got up off the couch, a nigga had to get away, get away
Find a little space, catch a vibe by myself,
You' know?
(For sure) Cause they hard to come by man, just like a bitch man
Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
Niggaz is hard
bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real
Take that shirt off take that skirt off
'Cause my dick is hard and your ass is soft
Now that's a freaky combination
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