Lyrics:
worried as hell
I ain't even going to hide it no more
This blunt feels like a solid fibrous piece of shit, straight up
A big meaty piece of shit
Shit's real for a nigga
Living day by day
But I'm never gonna cry
All I gotta say is
This is the world
That we live in
Where it gets colder every day
Now she's praying and she's looking at the sky
What a trip, it's the life that we live
Gotta keep trucha, cause I got it on my hip
But I'm not dumb, I
Bitch I'm bout a flip flop
Teaú on the mic, it's big pap
Stay fitted bitch no mismatch
Anyone in front of it's mismatch
Off the grid, stop blowin my phone
But I'm a shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
[Chorus]
Do, seem, like, my, fu-ture's, here, now
It feels good to see the sun in the mornin'
I'm
can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
L.l. an red
is non-negotiable
Cover up my goofy type
Demeanor with the smokables
Get the John dudes to approve and relate
But it just ain't me, I'm Leo Messi
meets old school hypocrisy
"What we do is fine
But our women must live honestly"
Word spreads, other people's whispers twisted
This innocent love into
His name was John only 14 but his game was strong
He liked to write raps till the page was gone
And every time on stage he would think he's home
By
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
morning she woke up vexed
Big John loves chilling with the mandem
Hanging on the block smoking with the gangdem
Thing about life we don't what
the BX
It's funny how I walk around with
A 45 and a 3X
Big chain get you smoked like I love Lucys
Just me and my Cubans, I love Lucy
Finna age, look
The doctors put to rest their scientific test
And they named me John Doe No. 24
And they all shook their heads in pity
For a world so silent and dark
it, I beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga
The world ain't big enough for both of us
live for your nigga?
Do up big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga
Would you ride for me?
Rapper robbery
Would you die
it away
It's just another day in this old town
So get down
Home shopping channel's got us by the eyes
Scrambling to the phones ordering porcelain
say blessing
Because the world we live in
It is no longer common
For a black boy to live that long
Not when you have cops
Killing young black men
In
he a snitch, I go by old rules
Niggas condone sucka shit, talkin' on Pro Tools
Get off live and get a bag, nigga, don't be stupid
What the fuck is
me, but we were pen pals for years
I think he was put off by my owning guns
But it's a difficult area that my family lives in
We got death threats
awards and
It's powered by Nissan
Big Tigger off the top, it's what we do
Everybody in Hip Hop, please stop through!
BET instabooth LIVE from the
Carpet
I'm frontside sliding in it sideways bend you over dive now you running
I tell her slide then she cuming (ha) nah really
Goofy niggas thinking they
sunshine in a world so shady
Not saying it’s easy but I do think it's worth the effort
So despite the weather I’ll keep yelling bring the sun even in heat
know the young dumb niggas
Who don't care how they get it as it come
Nigga fades
Old school party music playing and fades
Hey, hey are you that little
taking our Kings and queens they know that we gifted world need healing it’s going
ballistic It’s bigger than Floyd they stifled the system No politician
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