Lyrics:
- what can I do
I push em aside and I hate to be rude
Wait a minute (Yeah)
Wait a minute
Wait a minute
Blondie on the track
Wait a minute
Wait
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
Load the tre pound
Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry 'em
The pendulum state of death is my fate,
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
gonna lose
Girl, I'm so confused
[Chorus]
One minute I love you
Next minute I hate you
One minute I need you
So, baby, tell me, what am I to do?
One
a son too so by all means
If it's a drought you show what your gun do
And if it get botched be two more black kids
Getting raised by there uncle
That's
gonna marry you
If we're both still single by, like, thirty-two
And that shit is gonna end up bein' true
'Cause I hate, like, everyone except for you
at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain't been to church in a minute
But it's
waist
Hate to kill a nigga, why?
Cause my nigga style he's got that killa, what?
What do you mean killa?
I mean that bee
Those ganja trees
Those
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
Touch ya soul, make ya whole, the same for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly but I can feel it in the wind
the trenches with the four eight
Still sleepin' with the toolie by the doorway
They like "where you been Young? Shit was bad for a minute"
All them clown
gonna marry you
If we're both still single by, like, thirty-two
And I bet that's gonna end up bein' true
'Cause I hate, like, everyone except for you
pour
Niggas like, "Ruck, Fuck you rhyming to this beat for?"
Listen, life is like a muthafuckin' seesaw
One minute you hot, the next, "Yo, where's
the hurt
Appreciate it
I've been fighting demons and guess what bitch I'm winning
Step by step
Brick by brick
Marathon, not a sprint
The pendulum swings
of the girls Drake and Future took down
But I got no time for juveniles throwing tantrums
Texting me that they hate my one-word answers
Here's two, call me,
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
there when I fell
To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standing here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
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