Lyrics:
balance than two fat kids on a see-saw
Weed got us cheesin
Laughing like Hyenas
I swear we're not evil but we'll eat you fucking felines
My confidence is
Bounce from side to side
Rastafari seh Jah in I n I (Rastafari)
Watch for di Yeng Yeng riding by
Plus di squaddie dem, we nuh waa problem
One whiff, smell
roughbreaks
I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
So life every voice and sing
Cause I don't need no partner to swing
Hook:
They don't know
got that pussy like arteries of a fat man with a lot of knees this a gust of wind on a hot summer day
Someone sprinting by it's called a breeze you got
have to smell em you can send em to the crib
My whole life been a mentor and a prodigy
And this is the thanks I get
Psssh Fuck me
I'm done chilling with
crack, since fat joe made em lean back
I'm running up the score for sure, if they want war nigga
I'm God's machine, what you thinking I'm built for
Man, I
droolin
And checkin socks for the fat knots who the fuck you think you foolin
Runnin from the sirens, stop the violence I ain't heard that shit
Come in
on the motherfucking ROC fitted
Before the big life I had to start with the scrimmage
Know that it'd come sooner or later, I'm Trae Young, nigga
Huh, I'm Trae Young,
stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him
the hoes with me
And it's only 1:50
It gon be a fun night everybody just wild out
Smoking on this kush and im taking no time out
Got a fat wood and I love
as gravity
life is all funny till you peep that tragedy
we all color poetry
heavy as an oak tree
by the base of the Mississippi
by the base
of my homeboy's Navi
She said what's up, yeah, what's the deal?
Check the nappy weave, of course it ain't real
Then I looked down, she was fat in
weight
But you know Saint war paint C4 paste
It's a wild life I just need to own the whole lake
Just copped a bigger house, but I need more space
When
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
Ayo, Joe, wake up, son
Argh... I'm up
C'mon, you 'bout to miss your own graduation
I'm up, bro
C'mon son
I'm up
Yo, this your last day on campus...
Between serpentine words and mass confusion
Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
noose tight, strangest when the fruit ripe
Anxious to make the majors, dodge cages in this zoo life
Travel by the moonlight, by high noon I'll start my
my name is mathias and i came to say this: i've got a big bushy beard and kissable lips. and i carry all my fat in my ass and my hips, the rest of me
smoke loud
To bring us piece clouds
But if war come
It better be in a condom
Cause life's a bitch
Who was molested by her fatha'
Father Time's a nigga
Who
importance[00:09.40]Waves of the world, pouring with rain[00:11.15]Taking me back to immortal remains[00:12.74]Yes, them wild horses, California sun absorption[00:15.78]Calm
(Aight Matt)
(Two choices)
(Stay inside)
(With nothing to do)
(Or go outside)
(And possibly die)
(Yo life is hard bro)
Aight I'm laying
Lakeside, Lakeside
Pass the phone round the speaker spit the freestyles
Known to be wild
I was thee child
That was feared by all the parents in my
the wild
If u new to these side, u mite get chewed and defiled
Some times this place gets crazy, but I’m used to the life
[Hook 3: Dora]
I can never go
behold yo
Im here grinning
Like I'm winning the lottery
There's a lot a reasons why
Cause I chose
Not to loath I realised
My life in a summary
Would be
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