Lyrics:
niggas ain't coming in
I keep it loaded like buffering
I got a play for my niggas
I ran it by em and we huddling
I gotta double it
Upin the score now
speeding ticket we can’t pay
Just train across the plains jet across the west
White line to the right yellow to the left on a hot highway
Keep on truckin’
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ah!
Keep a pen and a pad
be forcefully controlled- us sheeple are lik a bunch of lamb- communication medias'll ran by Uncle Sam- newspapers, radio, tv- telephone, ham,
keep an eye on Jessica
South along the Hudson
She'll turn the radio high
Find a station playing sad, sad soul
Just a little bit louder now
South
the cassette deck from off your old boombox
And it wouldn't matter
It still squares on your radio to keep your wealth
I learned to stay to yo - self
I call for
and hardships/
I know you're workin' the grave yard shift/
so you can keep that train yard hit/
And though society hate our shit/
and love feh build their great
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
(Woah, woah, woah)
Everybody piled in the back of a beat up truck
Riding down the road with the radio up
I got my arm around my girl with
your smiling face is the light in my darkness
I don't care if you set fire to my forest
I'd let it burn - just to keep you warm from the flames
Cause
Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost
Radio up, radio off
Either
No guts or it's so what
Rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck
Full moon,
wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
man that's a lonesome sound!
Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish
That I was onward bound.
Well I dream about the big cities
me,
Something in the air tonight, something on the radio, something that I drove by,
Tell me that I'm on your mind, just say it and I'll be there,
centipede, it's Dax!
My path's a lonely road, I walk alone
And I keep my eyes closed
I don't fuck wit' you broke hoes
I'd rather jack off inside my home
I can
dying burner phone
I listen to the train, gas station-slot machines, a revival on the radio
All that we've survived you've seen through two black eyes
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
dead it
Yeah my life is like a movie that I don’t get to edit
Look I gotta thank my Mama for believing in me
Seeing you smile allows the fire to keep
Welcome back to town (hey!)
Now, back in high school when it darkened
You'd hang out in Bennett Park and
And Usnavi would bring his radio
As I walked
doing it wrong
And you keep feeling loopy
Like the radio on Sunday morn'
Give me champagne, I don't wanna jukebox
Give me champagne, I don't wanna
cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
She give her heart
back, get forward, get raised, get lowered
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot
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