Lyrics:
Im the one you were warned of by your whole god damn family
I'ms walking dead man no one can save me
Im startin to see this up on that daily
When I was
that cash
If that bitch do not got it
Then that's a fucking ass
We re-up on the wush then
Smoke 'em by the pack
Man I been smoking weed like it's
We gettin it
Them little quarters I was grabbin
They ain't pay for shit
Real 2012 niggas wasn't playin my shit
Dropped pound cake
Niggas breakin up
Yeah
New York ain't dead
It came back to life in the apocalypse
I done seen too much by fourteen to be an optimist
'Round late registration
by and picked her up in my ol' pickup truck
She won't be seeing you again
She ain't cryin anymore
She don't need a little time to think about
Yup
Listen up
I'm going to say it one time for you
Eight oh eight bumping
Trap stunting
Little birds in the back
But they keep coming
Wow
She
Did I
bitter cud
Grope your little nurse
Do you know why my ankles are bound in gauze
Sickly dressage a princess of Kentucky?
In the middle of the woods
85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout
The way things change
Try an keep it by the reigns
I'm a lone drifter, big money flipper
Take anything
mic service
Dummy, now give me the money
Before I put one in your honey
Cause Sonny don't Cher
Hands in the air
I drug it so rugged, those panty hose
you really mine
Benign nature man I really like the way that she smile
Don’t close your eyes girl I’m tryna see inside of your mind
Givе me your hand
deal with greed and lust
Feed an elephant with bear hands and take his lead and tusks
Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us
Jus Allah
say they got you
Right in their hands and they don't need no clue
They say they're sick and tired of snatchin down bars
Cause on the tow trucks it's
all
You've got her in your hand
She's got him by the balls
Hey Mr. Cardiac
Please can you spare me ten dollars?
Hey, what do you say Mr.
the underground can bring an end to the king
He was looking stunted he stunted on him with treasure and bling
A man measured by the spread of his wing, put that
around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD,
on the runway
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
Then he met a chick named Candace by
That's nearly ten acres for each man
That's why I extended the waters to reach land
So each man could carry his weight with each hand
You can't always win
membership, little bitch
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Of my dick, head, meltin' off and let it rip
Just like a cannon from the teen in Nick
man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end
When I come home I'll finally give my old man a real piece of my mind
And make sure he understands that what I've earned ain't his it's mine
I'll drag
a helping hand, bend over backwards, avoid the actors
happy for my brethren, content on the good foot,give it all i got, that's my contribution
show up with
like planetary ellipse
The Alchemist, my hand holds the pen that writes the script
TIMEisINFINITE and you don't even know the half of it
But fuck that,
your hands
But if we go back without him
It'll surely kill the man
I can't go back without him
I hope you understand
Our father had twelves sons
written on my notes
here today is that men need examples.
That's not holy men, all of us are helped by examples.
But it does seem that as men we feel better
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