Lyrics:
the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin'
even have no pull to you (it shouldn't)
Dead or in jail, the streets'll never be good to you (facts)
They vouchin' for niggas that ain't really hood
the world, and been a lot of places
Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama?
Who's
ain't home
He cryin' in his cell when he all alone
Wishin he can call up god on the phone
Enough turn a good mans heart to stone
Make his baby mama
a friend (yeah)
And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? (Yeah)
But, I ain't done yet
In football, the quarterback yells out, "Hut-hut"
While he reaches
Duck or get bucked
Fuck stuck in the damn gut
I tryna tell ya but niggas ain't feel me
The fuck with dollar wouldn't that
Never hail g
Born for boner,
and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein' rich-shamed
all here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it (woo)
Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me?
Shove your head up your ass, have you
a mothafucka
Keep it real, never lie to a mothafucker hold me down
Chillin' in a-gadda-da-vida, rockin' Adidas
With a senorita and she sippin' liquor by
know them niggas ain't gon' die for you
I know these niggas ain't gon' kill nothin'
I know these bitches ain't gon' live for me
Now I'm wifed up,
I'm three for three (swish)
Too solid, I could never be a option (no)
It's cool to hold me down, but we ain't nothin' 'til we locked in (boy, we done
recordin', smokin' weed, smokin' dope (die slow, die slow)
Drinkin' a lil' lean, I actually did good, I ain't drink but a pint this whole tour
Yeah, on tour,
with D.you., now she wants to do me
Ooh-wee! This is the life
New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife
It ain't right, but it's cool how they
like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
Uh, my dog doin' life
Cause he ain't had no safety like the Rams' secondary
And he come out in 2060, Nevuary, never
up
Ain't see nothin' but a bunch of haters (a bunch of haters)
No matter how much money we went through
We never let the paper change us (we ain't
lie to you
I did it like that, but
I ain't never been affected by
Another nigga crib in
The way that did it to inspire me
How cats told me that he
Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy
with a grin,
And that seems to say: "You may try all day, but you'll never jam me in"?
I'm not a man of the quitting kind, but I never felt so blue
Extend your clips, fit the muzzle with the beam
For the love of cream, it's nothin' but routine
Swing on the judge, take a couple for the team
He's
nobody take me out my zone
You try me or something?
With no remorse, four door Porsche
New crib by the golf course fuck that
Never let nobody take me out
see me cause my roof all in my trunk
Know he dead when the horn honk
Niggas say they kings, they lyin', boy you talkin' to a card shark
I already made
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me
They be sayin' tech nina he crazy huh.
But you want me on your video
And CD.
You elementary rappers are straight remedial, A.D.D.
I'm in my own world
shaking your ass
Screamin' I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt
But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth?
I'm
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