Lyrics:
can watch a movie shit, we can just sit and chill
Got a playlist that'll make you oh so anxious
Lips on lips, heart is racing
Body to body, you and me
, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
life
Old man, obsessed with the past
Save me from the dark and guide me to the light
Old man sitting in the dark,
Old mess, burning in my heart
and furled brow
He scratched his aging head
The man could always fix anything, now struggled
With this dish to mend
Every now & then, we talk just like old
Some manors don’t like me
'Cause I say I’m the king of grime
So time after time I show man
I will never let no man diss the programme
Over and over
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
bwoy dem smell di rat
By me look a man beat off twenty shot
Me answer back, mi six pants a clap
Two people drop, who inna vehicle trap
Me run down
these moves I’ve been making got me all the power that I have
And all this bread that I’ve been making got my old friends in the pass by by
All this money
were hungry just barely alive
By May the tenth, when Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so. well
The night they drove old Dixie down
YAHHH
Half these tunes are dead find that shit appalling
Opp block bando trap life it's got me snoring
Same old beats same old bars you man are fucking
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you
What the fuck is you doin' man, huh? Huh?
The fuck you talkin' to?
I'm talkin' to you (talkin' to you, what?)
You ain't talkin' to me
The fuck you
Have you seen the old man
In a closed-down market?
Kicking up the paper
With his worn out shoes
In his eyes, you see no pride
And held loosely
Hold you
Tell me what you wan do
We can touch a dance, I got some old moves
I see you get down to them old tunes
By the end of the night, let me hold you
everybody know me
Big Duke, Big Duke, Old Gee, Old Gee
Eastside Atlanta, everybody know me
Young Gutta, Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood,
Heard me a story about this brother
Heard he was more than a hundred years old
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
So he thought
Which proves this
Right next door is a little old man
I seen him eating dog food out of a can
He says, "I got to eat, when I can't afford meat
I barely can stand, on my
So mothafuck what a fuckboy is tellin' me
I'm lit so they inhalin' me
Since I'm iller, no man be triller
No woman no cry, fuck her, I didn't feel
southwest Atlana everybody know me.
Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee,
(Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me,
Young gutta, (young gutta),
Jody Breeze,
hey man check that beat
By the time we reached the top of Monteagle
I thought I heard a rumbling sound
And then I saw a sign that said falling rock
fuck 'em with my hoodie on
Man this getting so old, babygirl you're too old
To be acting like I owe you some
Man y'all got me too cold, man these hoes so
somethin'
Play a trick on an old man, kick the fuckin' old man
One day she kicked the old man into the river(Yeah)
Kicked it off and ran away, harm is not
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