Lyrics:
in my house and write all my songs
I can't wait until I'm on my own
I hope it's not too long until you're all gone
So what if I feel like
blessed to have met and developed a relationship with my two sisters, brother, and a couple of cousins when I was in my 40s. The relationship continues
such a goal, damn
Take it from an old man, on my next project
Imma zoom in to my mind, call it mind-roscopic
In the style of a biopic, I'll rap away all
Little house in the sky
When your light bounce off my eyes
Cold on the out
But my heart, theres a fountain of fire
Listen to my choir
Lay back
and lips, fingertips and hips (woo)
Bad little thing hangin at the ocean
'Malibu' style, Pacific coastin
Waitin on the pimpin to sail in
And them gang
I was riding in a winnebago
Keepin' my circle small like a little bagel
Built it brick by brick like we playing lego
And I don't give a fuck what you
in the air
My moms know that I'm a player
Look at my chain
Now she wanna call me by my name
Living life gang
Impressed 'cause I got my own strain
Left
a livin' he's a 'Lousiana
man Muskrat hides hangin' by the dozen,
even got a little bitty muskrat cousin Got 'em out
dryin' in the hot hot sun,
tomorrow
ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
to make collect calls
This for my real niggas that be holding they ground
In the middle of the projects, still holding it down
For my Thurston House niggas
flame it stood out
Had a little bit of faith enough to hand out, I found God in the trap house
Flow so sick that it hurt my stomach, speak in tongues, all
I had a friend one time
At least I thought I did
Taken that man in my house
Give him my food over my table
That I couldn't afford
He come
ever think that we're steppin' out of here,
You ever think you're gettin' up, down, around or in,
Huh huh, you better think again, my friend
Because
Scouting your hood for murders
Roamin' through your house and murder
When you wake up in the morning
Your life will be over
I told ya, Dogg Pound ain't
feet)
(I got this, keys like a locksmith)
Sleep Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin' house
Lo Key in the motherfuckin' house
Sleepy in the motherfuckin'
Dude
Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts
Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch
Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork
Go for it, little dork,
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
sometimes it's
More than I can comprehend."
Her father drives down the Boulevard
He shows her picture to the corner crowd
"Has anyone seen my little girl,
We
mother used to sing to her
And the road down to the city goes right by Maria's door
I often walk right by her house on my way to the store
Up there
they can feel my vibe, they can feel my vibe
I had to take some time so they can feel my vibe
I just need a little time baby girl don't cry
I was tryna
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
Keep my name up out your mouth
That's not what I'm about
We didn't play when we were in it,
no games now we're out
I thought there was respect, no
until they drop I can't get no rest
Cause those that also feel me feel well to the flesh, in my life
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Can I get a little rest, cause I
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