Lyrics:
songs, I kinda got into the groove
They tried to criticize my every single move
But then I realized I had nothing left to lose
It took me by surprise when
'em
Everybody looping up soul
It's like you trying to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted
not made the same
I'm bringing that major payne
And I ain't taking bout Wayans, but
All my family gon make it bruh
Sitting inside of my mind
It's
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
mind's on gettin' reach by all means
In the trap, cause this rap shit was just my dream
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't
In the morning when I wake up
I'mma take a little time and bring up
The fact that we did break up
And just for one night we made up
And we made love,
chance
Came to me with a vision
Sayin go with the dance
In my mind and my pants
Move around with precision
Was it all happenstance
Or can it be enhanced
By
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
she's mine
2 Live Crew, put the pussy in my palm
She put on a nigga and make a grown man cry
Feeling bullshit, I dont pay you no mind
But whats your sign?
with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold
with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold
for the chances
And advances many rap bands eventually got
All our call to action is
Is for the facts to live
Then we can keep on keeping on
My
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
It's goin down
From the Ammo Dump
I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin
Droppin the fat tracks
Hit em with it
Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house
All
on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up your got damn mind!
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix
it's our time
In my mind it's us two
You told me to trust you
In three words, "I love you"
But now it's just, "fuck you"
You can take everything I have
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
a don
They think I'm an actor
But I catch this
My two needs
Are pillow and a mattress
Once I can fill up the space
With a famous actress
Give me
Bougie ass bitch made wait to fuck for two days
Finally got the two day, swear to God my mood change
Top off like toupes, drop off, touché
Yeah my mouth
got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up
control of every part of you
Mind games, mind games
Fucked your head up
Fucked your bed up
Had my legs up
Had you fed up
Made you tap out
Blew my back out
on trades and they all get Knicked like Melo
Hello, Luda!
Tell theses other boys double up
Cause I got some work all on my waist but I call it a tummy tuck
My
sicker every day
And I ain't got time for snitches
Gotta keep my mind on my money and my riches
Even when I die, they don't worry me
Mama don't cry, bury
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