Lyrics:
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
I'm on a mission and I can, will
Eliminate the competition to destroy your enemy, just gotta break the image
How do I anticipate
What I need in my
cheated oh yeah Zoey 101 cheated
Get your dark in broad day
Don't want no death, get out my way
Shit, I'm digging' this Bolete I think this the one right
need rehabilitation
Study my swag get your pen and paper
Hoes suck me up and guys bite my swag
I guess im like a now and later
Tell me whats meat
Got that toolie in my hand and I do not mind spraying
And since Paul don't mind spraying
I guess I'll go roll this blunt (Blunt)
Purple smelling like
paid is what you're facing
Geah, check it out, paper chasing
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You
corpse we're from paragon
Goin in circles, like a ferris wheel
Undernourished meals I cherish hope, drown inside the sea of life
Use my third eye for
what happen and who I was
Is all in the past
Found the keys to my dusty chamber
On a flip end
Am writing words on paper again
Why do I feel this is
the pain
It's not about what you gain
We just tryna by
We just tryna by (I said we got to do what it takes to get by, yeah)
We take the good, we take
dat raw paper
Hit the gas to da paper
I drew everything I wanna do in life on this paper
To the side, my head lying
Eyes grow wide, all in silence
No
Steppin my game up
Switchin the lanes up
I get the bigger picture
It's time to frame up
They tried to keep me down
I had to change up
Look around
You'll see
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans)
I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
coat No confetti
Blunt heavy
Born to get it Born to fly
Head in sky
Passed these niggas 1000 times
Ride or die by my side tell no lies
But I know she
is ride out for your gang
All I know is make them hoes cone joints
All I know is keep your niggas on point
All I know is have my money on time
All
in my mouth
Then I hit the dash on 'em
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
perculator
I circulate around the block
Black to get me a six pack a half of Harrow's chicken
A good combination, when I get bubbly I do it in moderation
'til I'm paid, in the grave or landing (standing)
Guess I'm paid off trappin'
I if I get locked with opps
I'll rock my sock, I ain't chillin' with
Couldn't make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I'm missing
Get them checks right
The streets gon' love with what I
Do with mine on site
At one point in their lives
They had this strong feeling
That they have to do something
About a situation, maybe they
Were raised in a way that they
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
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