Lyrics:
something to play with (x3)
You got nothing!
Can you believe how we're perceived by the strangers
Holes in my Chuck Taylors, must be so dangerous
New
Niggas leave the city thru the tunnel from they shows
They ain't coming back again on corey they some hoes
With snipa on rossette with a tech you
gunnin' for nothin'
They missin' so I'm still livin'
Dope game too hot
MTV can't come to my kitchen
I'm still pitchin'
Dre don't know that I'm on the block
South with it's regalia
Cities are so self involved
They can't see past their ponds
Liberals fail to understand that
This isn't Coruscant
90 minutes out
I've been going through it like it's nothing
I can feel when forces push me under
It be hard for me to keep on trusting
I can't afford new friends
don't have a clue
Really I'm just on a different vibe
I see you looking at me baby gone and say hi
You in MySpace I can put you in my top 5
I can't
open and you out to lunch and left us two
Now you know we can't let that pass to get that cash
We in the big numbers, count 'em all
Ain't no second
(Malik Ninety Five)
Yeah
(Troy Taylor, you the G.O.A.T)
It's VEDO, baby
I can't picture you with nobody else
Said you'll never leave but I'm
PAPA'S WAGON
WRITER CARMOL TAYLOR
Chorus: [D] I can see us now riding [G] in a brand new wagon [D] Happy as king upon his [A] throne [D] Papa
You know the story
Jesus betrayed by Judas
See them struggle times turn Lotus Taylor to Brandon Lewis
I brandish music
Orchestrate
Motivate
Fashion
I don't want to sound crass, but I mean, if you can't get a kid into a van, seriously? You know what you need to get my daughter into a van? A van.
destiny
We hungry I can't wait
Barely eating we had to share every damn plate
Early morning had the pack flipping like pancakes
We was hype to make a rack
2)
Trayvon Martin, Ahmod Arbery, so sad/
Killed by racists taking these lives in their own hands//
Can't trust the cops that use excessive force//
Shapiro
With some rolled weed
The bitch tried to blow me
I said "shut Lorena Bobbit
Don't touch my cock Bitch"
Her kid can't even rock it
When she can't
Say they want it but they can't adjust
Taylor Gang, roll a plane
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
Who trying to make a play
a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn
God damn i became the man
Ns try to copy our moves
But they can’t do it like Cam
Runnin’ through them grams
‘Nother couple grand
Gotta work hard if
better stay with your gat
My diamonds is white and black
How you feel about that
I'm too familiar where I'm at
Can't run around wit' a rat
Whenever our
don't kill me
I deserve to live...
I can't breathe, I can't sleep
I can't walk, to the store
I can't buy Skittles, and I can't jog
I can't wear hoodies,
in this house bitch I feel like I’m corey
These niggas be bitches should take him to morey
Or clip him so he can’t even tell the story
Kill a nigga
out my pants and put in her let her feel me
I just can't get you off my in mind
cnd I
Think about you every second
My number one girl I would never
Yeah I rap and I grow weed
When you this great, niggas don't hate
It's about dollars so it can't wait
Roll that shit and get real in that city
chose up, you can't blame her
We in the room high as a sky scraper
We came this far, never gon' change up, homie that's Taylor
Straight game, what I
don't know how to obey
Waiting for my big break so I can breakaway
No respect given these kids as castaways
Long been the days of hiding from kkk
But we
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