Lyrics:
got me runnin' in a maze
My life ain't that bad though
Just a little caught up
On the fact that my father
Never cared too much
And growing up with mom
down like it's payday
Cut u with a Beyblade
Mayday
Make one wish like I'm Ray J
Goofy ass boy like I'm Day Day
Goofy ass boy like I'm Day Day
Juicy
crying bout it boy I'm still alive
Keep my head held high only the strong survive
Fuck a 9 to 5 let me work the graveyard
Got soul till I die like a Ray
all up
Till I dry, set fire to me
When you drive by, say hi to me
Nah, fuck it, when you drive by
Shoot me like five times till my life
Flat lines with
You know you want me
My girls
Been goin 'round talkin'
They say that you been
Watchin' me, boy
I know
By the way you're talkin'
That you're
You know you want me
My girls
Been goin 'round talkin'
They say that you been
Watchin' me, boy
I know
By the way you're talkin'
That you're
gang now
Little shotta boy, we gon' make it out the hood one day
No more drug dealin', no more gunplay
The G5's landin' on the runway
You know that
the spot
See what the turf breeds, black sheep, bad seeds
I had steez, since the days of baggy jeans
Tall tees, oversized caps, that was me
Gradually, I
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
and that's by any mean
By any Means, by any means I'm going all out and that's by any means
I see a ray of light through the darkness guess my six senses is
a bad boy? Who's not?
It's Live O (Live O)
It's Live O (Live O)
It's Live O (yo)
Look, just skank out (skank out)
Skank out (skank out)
Skank out
But now your boy lost count
The way he hit
Shawty usually get bored
The way I hit
You should put it on the Billboard
Boy I go to work
These niggas be
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this chance
Don't hold back give me all of it
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this
you ever feel bad
I'll be standing by your side 'til the end of my life
And another day
On Monday
Maybe we'll be like today
Looking at the grays
Still
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
worth
Been a baller bitch bad chick ever since birth
So I'm getting my drink tequila soda with lime
Feeling criss-cross apple sauce not too fine
I'm in
a fiddle
Aerosmith the party
Steven Tyler
Shrimp on ya barbie
And if her ass fat, it's dick on her body
Before Walt was doing shit and breaking bad
Cuz' had
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
like this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy, little Ray Charles
In
this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings,
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy,
A little Ray Charles, in
i've passed yesterday and I want to go back
Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack
X-ray goggles viewed with rose tinted glasses
about a torn little trick?
The tick of the tire, arachnid
Little astronomy, yes? Ceremony salt
Tell the tiger to wear it, aw, forget it
Quarter to not
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form
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