Lyrics:
each pocket
Ain't ever flopping
Taking off like a rocket
Keep that blicky by ya side cuz you never know who watching you,
If he talking crazy I'll show
slick she fell for me
Locked up since last Sunday
Someone please call the bail bondsman
Strapped up like Charles Bronson
These fuck niggas ain't gon'
aint get to make it through no surgery
Couple times they try to get me gone, I barely made it out
Cutting through the backs, my window down before I hit
to my pistol
We broke in and out grabbin
Blue in cheese by the fistful
Cannons on a rat sendin bitches
20 Missiles
Paralyzed his lil bro new
Wheelchair
twenty yards of fence to rebuild
I started bringing the heavy, wet logs into the back area
Into what I referred to as the Dungeon Area, two or so
to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat,
20 years ago
You set me a mission that I wish to complete
Right now I ask for your strength and your mercy Father
When it's ever looking bad I try
Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god
Damn I love the way you dance
I wish I was your man's
I just blew like 20k like that straight on the fam
I don't, really post none of my shit up
guys just like me flexing 60 what I've got
Had I thought to start by 20 maybe coulda been at 10
But I didn't get out of a bed, so I'm a zero instead
I'm
taking over you so your tongue always lie
Go by the rules is not what I really like
The system is corrupt in the name of modernize
I know how it goes
behind and it shows[00:07.23]The intro to life is my twenties[00:08.86]I'm ready to take on the most[00:10.24]But I think my past is taking over, everyone
in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I
on the back of my jeep
Life sure as hell ain't cheap
I take it day by day (I take it day by day cos I have to)
When does it get easier? (Healing gets tiring
the revelation
Polygram buy Def Jam for twenty million
MCA buy Polygram for eleven billion
I come to Sony and get pimped by the Haitian-Sicilians
sauced like Mom's pasta
Used to ride that Toyota
Twenty twenty we winning
Twenty twenty we fishing
Hop in the beater like zoom
Hop in the beater like zoom
spent 20K, all on my wrist
I beat the odds, I was goin' through shit, that nigga ain't never experienced
Niggas tryna shake my hand with all that friendly
I'll parachute
Out of the plane, they say he insane, but this is Jack
Sit and relax, they fumbled the bag, now run it back
Want it in stacks, Ben
Saturday Satan Sunday Saint
Fooling your neighbors, that's what you think
Reading the good book, singing the hymns
Come monday morning its back
cuz of you
God gave me style
Fly like a guardian angel
They say that they chill in the clouds
Watching on every angle
I know that i'm taking you back
I walk through the halls and
You hide in the bathroom
I send twenty Bullets it shock
Like I'm raichu
We hop In the yard like we
Entering high school
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in
Well, you know the Juggla jumped in the mixer
Been down the road and I broke a few necks
And I'll break a few more, so what's up?
Road by me
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