Lyrics:
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick
lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, o
lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, o
lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, o
lost highway
I was just a lad, nearly twenty two
Neither good nor bad, just a kid like you
And now I'm lost, too late to pray
Lord I take a cost, o
Our gun go suh, pam pam
We a bad from before X-Men and Green Lantern
Before Snoop live a Compton
So nuh true boy hear Kartel do him gyal song
Me
Bitch boys run to social media (woo)
Rich nigga, name in Wikipedia (boss)
If I fuck her once, she wanna fuck me twice (huh)
All the real niggas clique
at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time (ayo, turn my mic up, man)
At the same damn time
At the same damn time (I don't even
tryin' to reach two
My homie in the baby (baby) blue
Sittin on firestone, I'm trying to bring another checkered flag home
It feels bad in the worst way
but they gave ya bad data
Nigga fucking stop breathing
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
What I say cause what I say is so real
Homie
ya bad data
Nigga fuckin stop breathin'
That is so relievin', and now ya bitches are leavin'
What I say 'cause what I say is so real
Homie you
I am becalmed in virtue
Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams
Warm weather and a holocaust
The tears of God flow as I bleed
Left to die by two
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone
Yeah!
This is for the niggas who
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
you ain't called?
When you don't feel love no more
You got no right to close the door
You loved her once
And she's got proof
Baby boy looks just
One, two
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all
Hard luck
rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit then catch
a funkified batch, like that (like that)
Oakland's on the map
and Pac is
Two doors down there's a jukebox
That plays all night long
Real sad songs
All about me and you
Two doors down there's a barmaid
That serves 'em
the first to say +Stop the Violence+
And teach that real bad boys move in silence?
You're soon to see the mind bendin rhyme weapon
Get more busy than
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
Macaulay Culkin home alone
Bad bitch, diamonds in my collarbone (yee, yee)
Buy my whip by myself
Pay my rent by myself
Sugar, spice and I'm nice
Show
(yeah)
What up, Left Eye? (what up?), what up, Aaliyah? (what up?)
Yeah, TEC-9 close by, touch 'em up (yeah)
I shoot niggas in the mouth, boy, pucker up
on
Super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said
Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago
Yeah, I got that by the square
(Woo!) And you could
Think I'll take to the sidewalk
Knowing it's not real
I could steal downtown, making some sweet time
[Chorus]
Two angels, one bad end
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