Lyrics:
That shit's really hard to swallow
And what it mean when you
Chase a hollow dream?
BrainWASH on the tv screen
Lookin' "clean" down-a hollow beam
Nadda
I got smoke all in my lungs, fucked his bitch for fun (yes)
Hollow tips all in my gun (pew-pew-pew), it came with a drum (bow)
But these fuck niggas
Thirty dozen roses
Olive branches piled up at your door
You don't let me come inside no more
The swollen hollow of my wobbly heart
Thirty dozen
tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire
and where you rest
I'll make a mess
The hollow tips will hit your chest, you cough up blood 'til EMS
Come pick you up, you know you fucked when you get
bringing the funk with the hollow tips
Player shit is how I'm kicking it
Comin around the ghetto, victims soft as a tack on a jackass
So fuck it or flip it,
heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself,
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
must be hollow
How does it feel to take the life
Drinking sulphur bitters won't bitter like your end
Only God can help you, no family or friend
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat
(Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff (ayy)
Pull up
the weapon concealed
Body will spill
Hollow tips stuck in your grill
Give a fuck how you feel
Tired of resisting this murder addiction
Fuck a conviction, bust
rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the eighty-percent that ain't never comin' home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get
like me is hard to come by
The Patrón-ón? Let's go get it on
The zone-one? Yes, I'm in the zone
Is it two, three? Leave a good tip
I'ma blow all
gon do
I'm pulling up to his party now he duck duck and goose
Aye bro
My words some hollow tips they running through your brain ho
The gang is ready
of blood in circumfrence to her face
And an abundance of brains all over the street
Shame how we had to meet
Dashin, buckin, greet by fuckin family
They
that's one for you and two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time
You on point phife?
Once again tip
You on point phife?
Once again tip
You on point phife?
Once again tip
Word
Watch me bust they shit
Okay
kindness
Hitting like Muhammad Ali, you more like Tatyana
All this is probably Karma, you dishonored the father
Whether it's God almighty or the almighty
Jupiter Hollow
In the midnight sun
Well, no man of dreams was ever more outdone
Where the swallows circle over head
And muses gather by the river
the way I've been carrying on
And all through the long hot summer
I'll be sitting home by the van
I ain't gonna do any more cheap lovin', no
I'll wait
(X-rays)
I'm not normal no more
Yeah
Fly her out to skyami, she activated
I gave her a Zanny, she was activated
I'm tryna sing off her panties, she
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