Lyrics:
me self and
Look weh it do
Days and night me put in no me nuh idle
So tell the youth dem low the rifle!
Still a hail Rasta and mummy have
because, the flaw, that a wicked nation holds, how you have so much hate when you only 18 years old, just wake up one day n say ima hit this store, walk in
engaged
Turn blowouts to 360 waves
How this 12 gauge feel sittin on ya tongue, on ya lips 'n'
dippin with money L in the green beamer
Sippin Zima's, on our
seen, around a moonlight fire
Messed up kids saved by the grace of God
From their not so proud drunken 3am scenes
Fighting to beat the devil and running
This shit is my vice
Ain’t givin no slice
Yeah u heard me right
Dive in my fine rhyme
Me n my boiz’ll rise
Yeah it took me some time
To write day n
pockets filled with hunnids
Seen these n**** selling BS ain't nobody gon' buy s***
Take it from me n**** I'm always hanging with the bandit
Couple greens
of interviews, performances, and documentarys/
Visioning me/
Surpassing Beastie boys and Diddy/
Mosh to bikini kill and flow to Biggie/
Days passing by while I
would call a problem
N****s in my town want start beef, beef with me and I'm eating patties
Polo matching my FSG but I got green on me like St. Patty's
heavy bags
'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags
My throwback game is wi-wicked
Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number twenty
stupid to know about
Pop songs your new boyfriend's too stupid to know about
True he likes the Breeders
He thinks Green Day's pretty swell
But what about
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
Sometimes you just gotta
Just Gotta ask questions
Invade the scene
I know life is but a dream
We was taught by any means
Move them crop and make it
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
"Perfect Ten"
Said, "Man you should name your album, 'Faith of a Mustard Seed'"
At that very moment, I didn't know exactly what he meant by it
But I knew
Mustard greens
Turkey thighs
Grocery list, just to get by
Mama text my phone but the bitch still blocked
Pull up to the bar while yall pour'n up
a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you n****s is bush leaguers
And I bet why'all ain't get no bush either
My
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
another album by dis evening
Dats another billboard banger
Yo Hayes, Yo Vare
Phase 1, Newtown
Rise di bomber, stammer
Hammer to di copper
Proper
and veggies today
And go sit down with daddy on the grass by his grave like we would
Sit down with a beer in the bright sunshine,
Eat greens and ripe
on this bitch cause I really can
A lot of niggas living by the day they ain't ever have no plan
NahTheWiz about how I'm dealing with bitches getting bands
miss again
That R.I.P. should've been by your name, you lucky bitch
The day we come through and don't hit shit, we gon' come again
Ayy, n---s know who
time she gone
Two weeks she wanted me,
Then carried on
[Chorus]
Like a free bird
Flying around the green fields
Grasping a taste from here n there
cnd
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