Lyrics:
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
Medication
Your medication makes me high
Just be patient
I'm like a patient trying to find
Levitation
Run your fingers down my spine
Elevation
real cautious
Still going up so you never gone top this
Ccap got the mac. I Point a finger and he drop shit
Live by pacific got me feeling real nauseous
friends like I’m on a blacklist
Hit by a whip, permanent limp
This got to chart way it hit
It’s pretty clear I don’t fit
Had to depart from the mix
People
Sloppy Joe's, bulk waffles
Got caught picking my nose, ah
Look over see these two hot ho-
Finger still up one of my nostrils
Right next to 'em stuck
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's
to waste your time
Why
Cause you're too damn fine
Got a vibe that i swear i like
Soul ties
Girl i swear we're alike
Don't make me feel like i need you
Still
fame and the riches
There’s still a pain that’s existent, how he’s stained by sadistic
Episodes of beatings that he used to endure
Some laugh at him,
and tell 'em
Catch up like Dungey
Ha! Ha! I'mma beast like Blake Griffin
We ain't slippin'
Louis luggage I ain't tripping
Airshippin' G4 no retour
I tell 'em
(workin'?)
They told him to stop but he's not (can't?)
I'm still sellin' dope by the spot
Young nigga fly like propellers
Young nigga stackin' up
The Word and it fit me like fits
And if I get hungry then it feed me like fish
Yea I eat with my Savior He share me His dish
Got connected through blood not
Tell me that you down to go and fall long for me
But i know still promises got to be lost hope to keep
So i don't feel try to cut you off got scars
One man, honcho truck load, ammo
All black, suit and tie, don't move in camo
Gloves on, no Evie
Trigger finger forever ready
One man, one machete
Out
a toast, middle fingers to the most
Yo all the realists make a toast, middle fingers to the most
Still running through the six like Drake tho
is green, when this sabre swing
Recoil ring on my finger, so let the ricochet sing
Looking for that good spoil, cause I'ma double what they bring
That bitch still on my dick my pimpin' never die
The spoke red the switches got da Esa high
The Cortez back I'm take you back to 99
The glock on my waste
on my bad side
I'm the best guy drop 2 album on the West side
I got the chick's on the east side
Ugh
I put the three fingers up
All the niggas love me
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Dad?
Uh, no, hi, is this Hamish Blake?
Yeah. Yeah, sorry, who's this?
Hi Hames, it's Broden Kelly from comedy group Aunty Donna. How are you?
Uh,
still your fingers gonna pick your nose
After all
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get
lift a finger, huh
In the danger, niggas been endangered
Been indentured, now my niggas got business ventures
With my .9, I'm like ten Avengers
Snap
still your fingers gonna pick your nose
After all
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get
that'll put it in your life
I ain't right, represent Uptown to the fullest
Finger on the trigga and I'm ready to pull it
Chorus:
Got my finger
a finger and say that's not mine.
and kill me
it kills me
its digusting cause I got a few G's
they try to rob me
but they know they won't touch me
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