Lyrics:
bleeding my pain and my rage on the page
Got a bus pass cause my whip got towed
So strapped for cash but
I'm still getting blown
I kid you not plus my
Little
the jump, like Bo' jack
I be that New Testament like the Book of Matthew
Ain't looking at you, I'm looking past you, the crooked statue
I'm throwing
back, that's how strong it was
But you belonged to 'cus, couldn't belong to me
You had two kids by this nigga, it was wrong for me
But we gon' always
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
So welcome to the intro
Rap's changing by the window
Spraying Windex while I'm looking at the logo
Do I have faith uh yeah, fucking zero
Topics all
bitch
You leave your kids with your mama 'cause your headin' for the club
In a skin tight miniskirt looking for some love
Got them legs wide open
cooking
Land of the juks where them lames get them chains tooken
It ain't lookin' good for you if you're a tourist here
Sometimes I rhymes the sort
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
awake all night
A love just like old Hollywood
Our names both up in lights
Here's looking at you kid
I remember it clear as day
You wore blue kid
When
ya'll I was gonna jump like this
How you not gon' know it when it hits like this?
Ladies, drama, leave it - home
If he ain't got it right by now
Then
(Yeah, I'm right here, dog) where my dogs at?
(We right here, dog) where my dogs at?
(I'm right here, dog)
What must I go through to show you
The stress we getting through it, getting up and getting to it
People wanna get into it, but we rep a different movement
So you can't hate and resent
was on his hit list
He always taking shots, but he always missing I'm just here to spread some love,
That's my only Mission
If you looking for love You
Koors
They went from walking by you to opening doors
Went from looking like Borat's daughter to looking like Kylie
Turned a frowny to a smiley
No more bo
shampoo or something, right? I mean, I don't know how you guys expect to sell these things looking so weird, right? (His laugh from Grease.) A-huh-huh.
Kings, young Queens
Imma grind till people get saved
Small Kid Big dreams
Picture me at Grammys with the family by my side
Everybody brudda looking fly
yo bitch making kids
B the plan plan
If i can put your throat on a choke
That my plan no i don't ever joke
I gave you all those xans you keep asking
know I love you
Every since I was a kid
I would always get in trouble
Now that I done grown up
Imma different kind of trouble
Ain't no one on one's here
to the top like scum, like scum
3, 4, here we go, smash the floor
We're bringin' in the hardcore
You know I better be better, better than ever, no errors
You
eyes, thinking about them days
Damn time flies
This tune I made here is a real kidz bop
For all the kids with scars on their knees from the blacktop
eye
I'm looking handsome (On God)
This is my anthem
And while I worship
Man I might as well just throw my hands up
Why you sayin' grace is cheap
I
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
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