Lyrics:
to blast
Outlaw on the mash tryin' to be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate, go get the tape
We keep the nation anticipatin'
the morning time
Knowing that he gotta go, but he wanna stay and grind
I'm sorry for being so fly
I didn't mean to row by
And catch of the eye that you
(What?) Catch me when I'm sleepin', with one eye closed
One guy chose the dogs; left one got froze, filled with holes
Ugh, it's gonna be a long time
on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
My shit's classic, like my nigga Nate
Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
Money
dead before 'da weekend
I'm Not an actor 'cause I don't know how to pretend
When everyone wants you dead, how 'can you keep friends?
Complaining
'
I'm tryin' to make it too
I've got one little hang up baby
I just can't make it without you
So tell me, are you gonna stay now
Will you stand by
I'm coming
No places under 2nd
But still, you hold the records
That's near and dearest to a nigga
So I practice to perfection, word to Tommy Sheppard
You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do
Well I'm just sitting and wasting time
Waiting on the music to take my mind
Watching the world just pass me by
Wondering if Im gonna make it out
talkin' witcha mayne
Giver her dope dick and all the things that she would say
She the one that put me up on Netflix
At the concerts I keep her
bitch what's?
The ho tryin' to extort me
Tryin' to support me? That's war to me
These bitches keep my dick out 'em
Take her to the house
Take her
real
Your eyes, meet, you feel your heartbeat
Palms are sweaty you can't keep still
And when you finally touch 'em, and hug 'em and kiss 'em
Ooh
here tryin' to grind my hardest
Up early so to milk the cow
Keep my John Deere out here plowin' the fields
To keep my John Hancock's worth up in
I was raised by myself down in Arkansas
My family had some rich folks' but they'd never call
If they wanna be that way, well that's fine with me
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
never need no bitch
Tell her take everything, don't leave your shit
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin' get it poppin' now I'm
ritalin
So they can solve a riddle and
They don't even know
How to keep up with thier vision then
They done messed around and got inspired by me
Emulating
gonna roll with the punches and absorb the frequencies
The cosmonautic Grand Designer is a god and feedin' a hive so it can thrive, on quantum levels
dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you
[dmx]
Uhh, I've
the one touchin' the dick
A track gold digger's trackin' the kids
She put cherry lip gloss on the back of her wrists
And I'm intoxicated, TG be tryin
that, though dog
But Yo know what I'm sayin'? I keep it gully though
Ad shit like that though dog
But I'm tryin', know what I mean?
Hold up, hold up,
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (roof) like the doberman said
I still think the (roof) would go over
I'm tryin' to keep with the Joneses
While waiting for guns and the roses
To finish what we all suppose is
Gonna be the shit, well sue me
Oh, fist
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