Lyrics:
on a nigga
Let me in the door if you wanna go to war
I'll bust way more than a rhyme on a nigga
Bicycle trip we'll ride on a nigga 2Pac shit all eyez
I could hurt this way
And heartache number two was when you come back again
You came back but never meant to stay
Yes, I've got heartaches by
Kick back nigga, relax and pack dabs
I'm a young lord hitter, that's word to A$AP
Like a 2Pac spitter, them cannot romp with us
Only go strapped in
I could be yo boy i could be yo boy toy
If X marks the spot then i'm yo territor
Skrt skrt in that two door aventador
Swerve swerve wheelie's in
My foot goes down
As I see the red light
But no one's around
And I'm caught in two minds
I've gone through
Before must be a dozen times
I'm pretty
a Champagne town
Are you tryin' not to miss me
Like I'm tryin' not to miss you now?
Blamin' you by two and me by three
It's plain to see, all I'll ever be
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
2Pac lives, when I talk shit solo start tonight inside audience
Throwin' shots but they always miss
Real nigga like a Saudi prince, my nigga AK took it
by my side
Honey you're getting me by
Yeah you're keeping me alive
I got a job, I work hard
These days the money don't go very far
It's hard
If rap was about copy
Then this niggaz should be a follow
The mop 2k7
When I had the mic
Was bless doing the thing I like
That day start bulid ma
of the crown, how it resonates with the crowd
It's equivalent to ignorance
I flip through the pages 404 not found
No common sense is too loud, two zero events
now
It makes me sick i need to show out
Hear my lyrics being sang by the whole crowd
And leave a impact on the city when they bite my whole sound
I
the cancers out the game like chemo
You cant touch my H2O y'all man look like Cleo
Shit you rappers moving foul let me get my free throws
Got that fire in my
Though our love
Is like a winding road
Of uncertainty
I long trust your smile
And all the ways you feel
Touching me
Moment by moment
Our
wait for things to just fall in line
I shouldn't just love on loved ones when they touch the sky
I shouldn't be just grateful when good things pass by
I
the impact of a flying fist
Always show up unannounced on you nigga, I'm kinda sick
What that nigga shoot that gun at me for, you still alive
I'm a riot not
You are the actual Devil
Brace yourself for the impact
The world spun me, need a sick bag
Sold my soul, it's mayhem
Down the bottle, I'm braindead
interrupting your brief monologue
But we're coming to the cliff drop at the edge, well the logs
Indicate acceleration would be best
Brace the buffers for impact
to
And the other heart
Our love is true
Either way I go
I'll bring sorrow, yeah, and
One heart will be broken in two
If I had to choose
Either one of these
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
man we can just get it in
Bro got a Gen 5 Glock with the beam attached
Get hit with that shit man you feeling the impact
High rolling za man that shit
There's a little brown road windin' over the hill
To a little white cot by the sea
There's a little green gate
At whose trellis I wait
While two
two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road"
"Trailers for sale or rent, rooms
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