Lyrics:
wherever it takes me
Let it flow on by like a piece of driftwood
Like a piece of driftwood
A piece of driftwood
Ooh, like a piece of driftwood
Ain't
find your way back
Chop 'em down, chop 'em down chop 'em down, chop 'em down
Said time flies by like clouds passing in the sky
Lifetimes even gone
I'm conscious and shit
Bitch ain't no time so I'm straight, throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come, I know
want
Smoke with us? Bitch, we gon' bang you up
(Pop, pop, pop)
When it be war, we go all out
It ain't no tamin' us (What up?)
Knock you off and watch
Not the type to get tempted by those who copy my methods
On this train of thought but don't know where I should get off
Finally being found made me
way back to where I belong
There's nowhere I belong
Ain't no grave close to the highway
No grave I belong
Good morning Judge, what's gonna be my fine
and the sluts
I bring stress like skins on PMS
The street's a bloody mess, there ain't no EMF
in sight my thoughts are to leave the slums
I hustle with beats
yeah
From the cradle to the grave
Life ain't all bout gettin paid
We all human make mistakes
It's implanted in our DNA
Learned that from a young age
Black Mayors, Black Senators
Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
Every time I do an interview in Rolling Stone
They sendin' me a writer that look
moving round the hood with the crack and the cream
By choice we all got the same 24 and shit
We ain't obligated to nothing but a grave my nig
So make it
of no reaper
Arise, o' sleeper
We ain't scared of no reaper
Whoa, came out that grave different, whoa
Came out that grave with a vision, whoa
Came out
riding, we surviving, yeah
2:30, I ain't gettin' no sleep
Diggin' their grave, it better be deep
You can spread hate and spread all the doubt
You will never
What it is what it ain't
My Young nigga want em some rank
Pull out the shovels we digging his grave
Aim out the window with precision aim
They know
can be worse than before
Can't you see they only do what they know
Than you wonder why they don't care no mo', life ain't fair I know
But why I'm
we will, we will
Ain't gon' never let it break
We will, we will, we will, we will
We will, we will, we will (I believe that)
With you by my
Greatness engraved on my grave
More than a carcass in a sarcophagus
Esophagus on fire from these combo breakers that I acquire
Desire is always
Millions, Curtis "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
like a piece of driftwood
Like a piece of driftwood
A piece of driftwood
Ooh, like a piece of driftwood
Ain't no mind to these troubles
Yeah
Man up on a mission
Yeah
Tell 'em we gonna be poppin' (For real)
Tell 'em we ain't ever stoppin' (No chill)
Songs for the king I'm droppin' (For
You grind to get some clothes
From where they never make it
Fake niggas get exposed
Stretched out all on the payment
Left there they body
No I ain't
ain't No Limit
Shorty nem'll squeeze up in school, ain't got no feelings
Only speak to G's, don't get pleased bout a hoe feelings
Family shouldn't mix
I ain't got no soul
I'm hoping that everyday I can be brave
it ain't gonna matter when I'm in my grave
'Cause I ain't got no soul
It weren't
tendons
Ain't no time for back and forth like tennis
I done said this shit before
How many times I gotta say it for you knew I meant it
I swear to God I'd
CD twice, they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
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