Lyrics:
the time do you
They say the time just flew on the street,
Hard to believe from me never but you'll see soon as you on the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
in '09 and still no medicare for grandma
I done said out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack
I've got a sayin' in my life that's got me by so far
Well it mat not be right but, nobody's gonna tell me I'm wrong
The first mistake is leave it
pussy good like this track I put her on play back
Said i was yo dawg but told on me brah wont get that
I ain’t got no time for all that chitchat
Pull it
in the present and pray
that tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast
Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me
But
hidden visage
Whipped by inferior dogs
Yeah that's mentally
Yeah that's physically
You took my spirituality and my dignity
And my flag too
But look
My God
never too far from the blood that flow from me
I lost a lot, but got too much to gain, I'll prolly never be the same
But I ain't worried, 'cause I know
lonely I can still never lack
They tryna stop me, I can't let em stop me
They telling me plan B, I'm telling em stop
When I'm in the hood, ain't worried
a different kind of trap
Elaborate
Well I ain't never had a tool, but I had to be the man at school
Like I was doing shit I had to do so when I finished
daddy sittin' in
That cell going crazy
Thinking about Lil' Snupe like
His life amazing and he don't even owe me
That's my daddy but he don't
Really even
was rappin'
Free Leek, he ready to go on a bounty (slatt)
Nothin' but headshots if you slide through the county (splatt)
Post at AB, yeah, that's
Y'all know what it is
I'm comin' to get it, ain't nothin' can block it
I'm runnin' the hood, nigga, nothin' can top it
And you can Google it or you can
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
don't laugh, it's not funny
You only fucked with him cause he got a lotta money
But you never get paid, don't lie to me
You just look good, and you get
Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin' house... yeah
And it ain't nothin' but a Compton thang y'all
And we ain't
Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we gettin' there
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
as a mistake
Look me, Look me
Look me in my eyes
See it in my face
Yung dead head
Drownin by the Fuckin day
Don't fall asleep
I may never wake up again
Drugged
ripped apart due to the lyrics and comparisons
But I'm still havin' a part two
So thank you for the criticism you cunt
Mr. I ain't never spoke a fuckin'
for a treat
Hard like candy, but nothin' is sweet
Come around and I'm takin' advantage
Cause you don't even got a receipt
But I never take niggas for
motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale
me,
But wanna be like me,
These niggas be bitches,
Can tell they be dykin'
I ain't teachin' them nothin'
But how to get money,
They run up on hunnid,
another black motherfucker dead
Niggas ain't good for shit to me
'Cause it's a race for second class, so get your ass
Up against the wall bitch! And then he
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
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