Lyrics:
Blood, we don't segregate
Spread these bottles 'round the club, we got hella crates
Standin' on these couches tryna elevate
We in the VIP surrounded by
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
Life, what the fuck is life for niggas like us?
Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
I'm the type of soldier,
A nigga that seen
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
Where do I begin my love?
Starting with the things I haven't said enough of
Starting with the day you changed my life and ending with the way I
There's a rhythm in rush these days
Where the lights don't move and the colors don't fade
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams
In a world gone
found little Muley and Muley said,
They've been tractored out by the cats,
Tom Joad walked down to the neighbor's farm,
He found his family.
They
the moment
Busy tryna find another way to feel that rush
Man, fuck the celebration, concentrate on gettin' bigger
I'm tryna find a way to feed all these
the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin'
Easily I approach, the microphone, in this land of jokes
Can't leave it alone, cause ya know, I could see right though
Corrupt plans and these
These are the days you can't forget
These are the times you can't regret
This is your time for no surrender, surrender
This is your chance to do or die
I love you too baby
I really do
I'm a tell you a lil secret
Do you think you could keep it?
Keep it between these sheets
Keep it between these
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
Courted by the game, call us Tom Brady
And it's not our fault that we have all the ladies
But it's hard to see these ladies when your middle name's
Had another dream about you
These days, only thing I do
We'd been standin' in the same room
People talkin', but I don't want to
It's in one ear
Dreams of God's Snow
Only I missed the fall
By being asleep
For waiting too long
These words are as pure
As the slush I trudge through
On days when I am
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
open with a scalpel when she was six months
And said, "I'm ready now bitch, ain't you feelin' these kicks cunt?"
The world ain't ready for me yet, I
In your face, all the time
All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme
All these faces in front of me
Face to face with Run-D.M.C
Knuckleheads
Days like these, there will be no more
While the day is still going on
While I'm not in slumber's snare
Strange to rush into tomorrow
Such days won't
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
know your body been mine?
I know you know I know
Sexy, nasty, have no guideline
One day, four times
You don't mind that I don't care (pleasure,
(I lie back) I lie back, just driftin' (driftin')
And play out these scenes (these scenes)
I ride on the rush (the rush)
All the hopes, all
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