Lyrics:
a crown
Does it make you feel better to know you shut me out?
I sold my part for what it's worth
Yours only paid for shallow doubt
Scattered debt across
just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
I'd always end up starry eyed and cross legged on the floor
Hanging onto every word; man, the things I
made it out kept his safe in my closet
Satan throw hurdles one by one I hop it
The Lord gimme signals no way he can stop it
No curses I block em
If
running up dollars
I make a play and then get out the way
He fumble that bag then my youngins gone take it
I ride with them Zoe's yeah shout out them
Aye
Gaz
JediGang what up
Ey, oh, ey
See me in Boston like more than a feelin'
I'm getting lost in the vision
Get off my rod, you're not fishin'
This
Comic relief, comic relief, comi-comi
Comic relief, isn't that what we're all searching for
I can't seem to find my out of this long and dreadful
you wanna
Dress up like a Monk
Make your mother
Wanna kick me out or
Throw me in the trunk
Ain't no hunk
Imma beat a rock
Or beat up Peter Pan
And eat
me wit that, get em boss
Uh dirty, Uh sturdy, keep on playin' wit me, you gon' need surgery, tie her up and make
Her laugh, I'm Ron Burgundy , I still
wise, cooking dope make it grits
One hand on the guap, other on my blick
East Atlanta, River Road, riding through the 6
Big dog, red nose, shake it like
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing
Fear of repentance
Wanna make it to heaven with the fear of acceptance (Acceptance)
Loving my God, but I
Do you know what music is?
Music moves the world
Music inspires geniuses
Music is what makes your heart live
The music takes you out of any
Spending more than my bank will allow
Living on my last check out of breath
Working 9-5 to build a safety net
Music's all that's really left
Everybody's
out by the crowd
And you'll be layin' on the ground gettin' trampled by people dancing
'Til the club closes and clears out, and that's when they see
ratchet
My next stop gone be jail
Before I be carried by 6 I let em judge me by 12
I'm calling home from my cell
Still screaming fuck 12
How I'm supposed
you're bent and your edges are attacked up to make you fit
By this somber stats I can say we're doing back flips
We think to win 'cause we mask the problem
Ferrari and Porschez and on I'm the horses v12 shit koniseg sick Bugatti hella lit I'm hella lit Panamera just got ripped by a skyline system alpine seen
pursuin
That choppa be singin', it's all in this music
I never respect what you told in your music
You talkin' to 12-0, you beholdin' your music
I get it,
Since y'all can't make a change yeah
We're just getting by
Hanging on just by a hair
We're just getting by
Hanging on just by a hair
We're just
"Hell yeah"
Y'all only be poppin' out here to clock 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs, I can't take no more
Catch you
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
rockin the mothafuckin nation
Lyrical maddness comin out of this heart full of badness
Now do those mothafuckas that don't like me
Come and fight me
I
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
nigga (Maybach Music)
Hold up, wait a minute (minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa)
When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was
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