Lyrics:
I don't wanna see you cry
That's like me settin' my heart on fire (on fire)
Fantasizin' about you in my arms
Tellin' stories 'til you know I'm not
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
And that minnow you couldn't seem to land
Didn't look that big to me
You boys are good actin' tellin' them tales
But truth be known, we know damn well
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
like me I'm killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, or from the back, I Thundercat like (hoe!)
My girl got a big purse
around
Got me thinking back about the times
When I had nothing but big dreams filling my head
That were hanging by a thread
That fueled desire in my
of ten, you won't see him tonight
Baby girl, I'm tellin' you, wan' smellin' you, wanna situation
So don't even keep me waitin' and contemplatin', come
like me I'm killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, or from the back, I Thundercat like (hoe!)
My girl got a big purse
questionin
Me and you stuck by eachother, never letem in
Thats veteran thats Evident
We gota lose them old niggas thats evidense
You my new and old testiment
lose half of your face
Had the luh bih on her knees giving face
Chewing big bubble gum
Bitch get popped like a dubble bub
Shooting twin sticks at ya bay
the mirror said, 'nigga I'm with it'
You want it done right, you gotta do it yourself
That's what I keep tellin' myself
(I keep tellin' myself)
[Chorus
thing fast
Yukon Jack and Digger Dave sounds like a couple of names
That I might’ve just made up
But I’m tellin’ you, this is the truest story I tell
niggas tellin em lies
I only rap what I live
You pennin stories like it’s comic books
When will it give?
I hope this not the typa shit you gon be tellin ya
glasses in a twin-sized bed
Your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You taught me 'bout your past, thinkin' your future was me
Oh, New York is changing.
Wherever you look,
Big tall buildings by Tishman
Tishman, ahh...
If I were a Tishman,
Yum di diddle didle doody
to be cemented
it's true
when the stories that you tell come back to haunt you
Come see me in the morning
can't you see I'm tellin' stories
my sweet
much money with no issues
Know what I'm sayin'?
You never seen this many big dawgs come together, nigga
Yeah
Extortion still exists (yeah)
Cole, whenever we roll
No platinum, my chain will forever be gold
Unnuh go tell Mr. Madden seh fi dig a big hole
(Weh me say fi tell Madden?) Say fi
could have happened to me"
Your mummy watchin' tellin' stories 'bout your dad and your niece
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice
A kid dies,
envision of privacy
They've been watching, starships spotting, eyes in the sky, keep your eyes on the prize
Let me tell you a story about these five little
grand"
Slow change
Don't mean nothing to me
Black cat
Squashed flat, pretty gory
Came to play
Swept away, no big story
May be down
Still
out
My partner tellin' me the game foul
I should back out
My same partner left me in a
Gown with my back out
Rappers got around me, my stories
They
flip the page, continue the story
I control the big stage, got fame and the glory
Money in the bank, from the streets to the business suites
From
You must have brought the bad weather with you
The sky's the colour of lead
All you've left me is a feather
On an unmade bed
It's always me
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