Lyrics:
Always second guessing
Never accepting the first voice
Let me tell you what you'll find
In the bridge is where you'll find religion
And in the chorus lies
Sigel, I go off
First gear pop the clutch
Second gear throw it up
Third gear I'm on stuck
Fourth gear I'm at Twelve O'Clock
I know I probably get it in,
much to drink
Left my phone right by the sink
Sent you one too many texts
One reply and I'm left on read
Pour that bottle to past regrets
2AM and I'm
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
and my side bitch
I'm feeling like Saddam
They head the bomb, and if her baby daddy tripping
Fuck that nigga
I push that nigga hairline back like he
Cell to cell, suspect-ass nigga, you fell
First time locked in Comstock, my mind blocks the frail
Burstin', blastin' at your forty cal' shells split
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
[Verse]
In every grin
Brings me bliss
In your stare
Love's found its bliss
From our first meet
My heart takes a hit
Extraordinary
My world starts
[Verse]
In every grin
Brings me bliss
In your stare
Love's found its bliss
From our first meet
My heart takes a hit
Extraordinary
My world starts
Instead I let you waste my time
Instead you come and ruin my night
I'm chilling by my cool bonfire
You're texting but I won't reply
Please don't bother
the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice
But first, I decided to buy some donuts
So I got in my car and I drove over to the donuts shop
And I walked on up
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
on it
I hate my job and my boss is a major jerk
I can't pay my bills until they pay me first
Pulled over by the cops on my way to work
No paperwork, but I
By the strength of the quality weed smell
You can tell that I'm somewhere in the building on my Batman shit
Niggas suspended from the ceiling
Not
be missed by my friends and families
The good and bad you've done for me go turn to memories
Chorus
We plan at young when we old we reminsce(4)
Have
prob'ly not the type to see around
There when I needed somebody I could be me around
You were my first love, scratch that
You were my first, second
to step in that role
Answer that call
I’m setting the tone
Yeah
Mister phenomenon
Guaranteed to drop a bomb
Flexing my heavenly glow
Every second I
pass she was like my mother I was feeling it
The first person close to me to die I needed healing
But I see her as an angel when I look up
Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years
I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
Take another minute, not a second to waste
My wasted time on you, it was my biggest mistake
Bending over backwards just to see how the pictures taste
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
Did cash
torches goin burn
White woman on the elevator said a Kid looked, now he gotta die, first Race riot 1921, bombs dropped from The Sky
Baby on the hip gun in
hold my torch
and your map in another
Thinking if you ever stopped in your tracks to wonder
If you had never fallen for her
and you had known me first
Down by the old mill stream
Where I first met you
With your eyes so blue
Dressed in gingham too
It was there I knew
that you loved me true
You were
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