Lyrics:
I'm beefing with my inner demons
I need Mary J to come and wake me up
(Wake me up) might roll a paper plane to
Come and take me up (Take me up)
I was
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
embarrass him
My spear hit his ass it'll Bloody Mary
Him, shotty blast with body bags
They gotta carry him
Meek Milly I squeeze millis
And got accuracy, so
I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah yeah
See, Mary J. I want you to understand
You paved the way for me
I'm givin' homage
was from a bat.
Hail Mary Mallon: Hey, what's up dude, want a Sun Chip?!
Deepthroat: Fuck you, Hail Mary Mallon! FUCK YOU!
Hail Mary Mallon:
not a fan, Peter Pan don’t give a damn
J.ust A. M.an 3.njoying L.ife
I’ma take care of my fam
NEVA BORIN DOUBLE FOREIN
My wife Mary keep me soaring
like its got bleach in
But i can't knock your hustle
You're just trying to get your weight up wait up
Thought you could slide by on a brudda like
to Sunday
I love you so much Mary Jane
Tomorrow's gonna come but we still be high
I wanna fly with you forever let's ride bae
You can tell by my eyes you got
been workin’, I been murkin’ on the low
Goddammit I’m good
Ask me how I feel, I just press play
It’s not seven ‘til forever in the next day
Lord hammercy
pour poured is like when Mary J. sang
Every day it rains, so every day the pain
But ignored them, and showed em the rents was to blame
For life is
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
the neighborhood we lived in
It was dangerous
Peep this
One day we went to St. Mary's Park
In the middle of a shoot-out
Where the guns would spark
We didn't know
call it Ice-T
Kush by the seven, I call it Mike Vick
She call me officer I hit her with my nightstick
My swag so mean need anger management
You call it
the day) (When?) (Back in the day)
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is eighty-seven
Eighty-eight that's when my crew and I were in junior
to cook
I'll show you how to get money cause I wrote the book
And I ain't about to stop
I'm all about my guop
And I get paid off Mary J call it that cash
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
Got a roach in my pocket, took Mary J to dine
Let me clear my throat
(Yeah, yeah)
Have mercy babe, I hope you don't mind, mind
I'm on a fucking boat
to build a special runway just to get him down.
Before the Chieftains could start to play,
Seven creamy pints came out on a tray.
Shergar was ridden by
I call it antifreeze
Take one sip a drop off to her knees
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t
Cush by the seven's
just kept throwin em back
And they say to keep ya eyes on the prize
But vision crossed feelin lost in these days and times
I might black out in a daze
These boys askin questions bout the way i live
I can spend all this fuckin dinero
In a day
Fat ass shawty facetime me ambitionz on my way
Sippin
warm at night
C I’ve been walking down the old streets
Am looking at all the cobblestones
G the people are passing me by
Fmaj7 I’m trying not
to the socks
I ain't switchin' up shit, on God, but a Glock (damn)
J's at the door, they ain't even gotta knock
Shit beatin' at the door, when it jumped out
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