Lyrics:
Listen fam
It's Kid he
Whatever you say
She said I'm out of line
I'm pulling overtime
Wifey hit me, said you could rhyme
On my way to the studio
to say hey
Workaholic, dreamaholic (yah)
Eyes darting in and out (yah)
Heart keeps heading south
Who am I dreaming for?
My demons are keeping score
Anger
Merit
Queens wack step back I don't want to hear it I'm from
South Side (16X, scratching intermixed)
Projectiles are fittin, inside of a clip
EARTH PEOPLE
Written by H. L Seaton Published by Metronome Music (p)©2016
1. LOVE THE LIFE YOU LIVE, AND YOU SHOULD LIVE THE LIFE YOU LOVE
WE ARE ONE
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Are u this idiot in the Studio
GOD WHY
Does your Mixing engineer frustrate you
WHERE'S MY CLARITY I NEED CLARITY
Do you ever feel like your needs are
da bass, boyz with da bass
2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, you better know it
Holdin' our own in the South-East region
When you come
can't study no, yeah my
Can I talk my shit again? Even
If I don't hit again?
Dog, are you fucking kidding?
My hat, my shoes, my coat
Louis Vuitton stitch
'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines
We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets
You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush
She gone give it all up yeah
For a south nigga
Wrist on froze
She just paint her toes
Man I got bitchs by the rows
Man I just got another rose
And you
your dignity, and pied the piper
Shot by a sniper, Donal Draper
Split you in half like a piece of paper
Look at all my words just before I lay it
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
a real tizzy
It's Mazda's MX-5
Or Miata as they call it out here
Came out last March
And now everybody wants one
People are queuing up to get their name
left in her eyes
Motherfuckers live in their car and call it van life
Stop lying to yourself and just say you're homeless, you stupid, bum
I
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouth piece, baby pah
The baby A-are will make it hot like South Beach
I move like, Bin Laden armed with
with me, we be flyin' high
With my third lover living in the south side
Damn, with my OGs we all tight
With the whole gang, u gonna choose the right 1
of America and what is the reason
Our young princes are aborted daily in the belly of she old
But not you
See I knew you before conception
God laid out a plan
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit
Tell 'em to back it up
Me and the dawgs are back in town
Studio then the clubs
Whatever we touch we shut it down
Shawty been keepin' up
Wanting
'm acting no fool...
I do no talking studio Sessions are my therapy I Sum up my feels in the Booth
I Ain't being mean to you Dude y'all niggas not Genuine I
they got, they ain't no progression
Me and Nina's got the ball and we own possession
Studio sessions with the Smith and Wesson
All you do is press it,
open doors
Where are my thumbs
I am too dumb
I'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you bitches
Go say what you want about me and my riches
I
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
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