Lyrics:
graduates are searching for job
They studied so hard and get no reward
Poverty is drawing their name in the mud
Day by day dey kneel down and pray to God
4.
like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin' till the page inkin'
My 16
Buongiorno
Beach house in Borneo
Girl Scout Cookie wax
Smoking on the Oreo
I had to risk it for the biscuit
Dabbed it and dipped it
Put it in the Pyrex
For all the introverts, in the mutha fucking house
Uh, yo
I don't want none ya time
Don't want ya vibe, get the fuck up out my life
I'm tired
biscuits
Dispersing verses ballistic
What's worse than thirst for artistic
Superiority, listen
My main priority isn't
To leave a legacy, glistening
It be my
vapid personas, forming circles
On the sides they dance, crudeness on blast
For them ain't no special day
Middle of May
What if this is just how they
swear I do not, no, I do not, no, I do not do this for money, I do not do this for fame
I wanna lose track of the days, maybe smoke a couple six-packs by
learning how to breathe in
Easy at first glance but not as it seems nigga
Yeah
Yes I been meditating living day by day basis
Trying to live in the moment but
in my eyes
Just day in the life
Just trynna get it right
Hopefully everything will be alright well alright
Day by day I gotta go get it
If you think
Who took the bomp?
Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is sucking my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
whip with cocaine
Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
the cockpit
And take control of the situation on a day to day basis
And get back on my grind
And scrape my mind off the pavement
No relating
If we being for
the fifth
Its ok, I could cook
Lets play it by the book
Knew I had what I took
Still making these hooks
I lay low let the day go by
Kith hoodie and some dunks
a ride back home
Don't know what to say now
My mental make up need instrumental break downs
Shooting hoops for the love at the playground
Overshadowed by
been an alcoholic drinkin' all day long
So hows the soup it's really exquisite
Can you bring me some bread and butter to go with it
This is for
Yo, why is the ripper so ill?
That would be a unpardonable breach of confidence for me to reveal!
He said "One of these days, all eyes would be
head lost it, he forgot what a steak is
He been down for so long, it don't faze 'em
Kids by a lady, but another nigga raised 'em
They was all infants,
Murders, ink in cold blood, holdin' grudges for years
I keep two bitches, two hot biscuits, four dot sixes
The sorrow to swallow, I follow my motto
21 For since, in the wisdom of God, the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who
sang
Twist another L
Its good for my health
Get a kush coma
When Im smoking by myself
Ima pass on it if it aint top shelf
Ima stay getting blowed
Til my
grade tee with the long sleeve under it
Each day Mrs. Ford was reading us the Chronicles
But honestly, I'd swap it for the chronic yo
Only Eminem I knew
the North side I'm finna get high
All by myself
I need you for my health
I need you for my health
Who am I who am I
96 I arrived
Got raped I was five
I don't know
Uhhh it's another day I guess for a bitch to roll with big Ray I guess
Drop your panties gone raised that dress then give me brain to put
violently
Me, ain't no reliable see
I been chasin' and lacin' tough guys for days
Findin' ways to erase em, and blaze em in the grave
If it happen
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