Lyrics:
to them cats who hold gats at the gate
Is it my fate, am I that nigga, that they love to hate
Solely, slowly, cause I rock a Roley they want my brain gone
is a mean old world to live in,
And I can't face it all by myself, at all.
And, dogs begin to bark,
All over my neighborhood.
The dogs begin
to run, nowhere to hide
Found myself in a wasteland I couldn't recognize
And everyone is dead inside
Hold the fear inside us forever
Haunted by the silent
to run, nowhere to hide
Found myself in a wasteland I couldn't recognize
And everyone is dead inside
Hold the fear inside us forever
Haunted by the silent
Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps
Cause "Life is like a box of chocolate," Mr. Gump
Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate em
LL platinum
like that
Time lapse
you lose, shoulda been strapped!
Be on your back like a new born
Niggas is corn-born, wit
real cats who do this all day long
Uh yeah
See, this is what these mixtapes is all about
Knah'msayin KaySlay?
Talk to the people, with no interruptions and interference
Put
to get her
The beach front estate, mega yacht by the lake
The safe in the floor with a life time of cake
Wifey emailing, make my side vibrate
Cats
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
pretending to be
The cat who got the cream
Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer"
People like to tell you
What you're gonna be is not my problem if
the world go by
Working in the moon-time bar and grill
The word from Earth my time is up
But here upon the moon time stands still
Got no
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
Sun is shining, grass is green
Cats are prancing, feeling keen
Happy paws, ready to play
In this wonderful, bright day
Feel the joy, feel the cheer
the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I
replaced in this game, by Kweli
Place the face with the name
These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain
Like slaves on a ship talking about who
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
Mrs. Winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree."
"Roger, a squad car is on the way."
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
It's a, homicide, just a homicide
give a *beep* if you're dead
Raaaaah, raaaah
Let me attack just like the black cat
You in the wrong neighborhood, check the map
Hooo, you've got
MTV, BET
I got more dimes than CP3
Came from the EBT, now these foe envy me
That's off the top just like Kennedy
See this is that pay style
I turn
'cause we ain't no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin,
tobasco
And I love to see a honey shake her ass slow
By now you should know this ain't a bitch
I won't cut it if I think you can fuck with it
I be
You're the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
We at the afterparty chillin cuz
We ain't no punks some cats is in the back
With macks
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
Slick shit man that's all we do hoe
That little homie let me talk my truth
Made an Instagram for my cat
And my cat doesn't even rap
And got more
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