Lyrics:
And I swear by the grease in the crease of my hand
If you need speedy lubin', I'll prove
I'm your man
I'll beg if I must, 'cause I'm aching to hear
This is that underground shit
From Port Arthur, texas
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you
Can buck me down nigga?
I don't fuck
baby this our fuckin job
(Ross) i can meet her today
(today) , be in love by tonight (night)
You can bet by tomorrow
(morrow) , she'll be traffickin
long friend
An old man now by trade
I figured it's how he had help me out
With his fortune he had made
I said, 'Old pal, I need your help
I hate
got me by the necks haha
With my troubled past I can't even get me a job
My partner rap he got his own record label they doing their thang
If I
’m Arthur, the sword out the rock
I’m such a positive nigga I can’t hang around them if they is not matching my vibe
I’m on a quest, RIP phife
Can’t bust
here
Friend: I told you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you
Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd be home by 10
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
scuffle all because of Willis Reed
Now there's one more bar in New York
I can't get me what I need
One by one, the doors are closing
One by one
to be like me
It's too hard cause you don't even know this streets
And me I mack this hoes with need
See and you all you do is smoke that weed
She
to have some time off from my job
But then I seen my girlfriend in McDonald's with this other motherfucker
So I had to smoke both of they asses
So you
with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't
Surround yourself with people that'll help you
That'll listen to you
I do this shit for a living, this my job to pay the bills
I can guarantee that by 18
I don't have a nice car
I don't have a fresh hair cut
I don't need a job for life, I'm going fast
I wanna be insane
all my life is gonna change
no
this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
Still sippin' on my 40 when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl
them pew thighs
Supersized by fries, I pimp a lot of bitches
but I'd rather save yo' lives
I'm from a place where they hung black folks
Where a bird can
at Gettysburg
Surrounded by the heavy herb
The crowd is more or less wall to wall here, for the pure
Hip hop, how I'm rockin' got them droppin' they jaw
said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (huh)
Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes
Fuck you mean? My life real GTA
And I need a payment in ETH
Right now
cause I'm infected but but I don't need a medic
Need a liquid anesthetic, let me show you how I get it
I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I
Warrick Dunn gone but this falcon still working
Two Vicks sold thats a Arthur Blank purchase
I'm only fearing God so a sucker cant make me nervous
a case, I got my gun still, I got a high speed
You won't catch a nigga broke if he standin' by me
I done fucked majority of the models off of IG (woo,
Christmas alone
Baby come back
The door’s unlocked if you get cold
I’ll wait by the mistletoe
It’s been a long time for me
It’s been to long time for us
We
When they ask me what I need I'll say a capo, a lemonade, a dollar fifty
A big bathtub, prosthetic feet, diana ross' role in mahogany
So I can hang
on roaring down that line
So all he's got to worry 'bout is time.
I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
He says come on sit down Kid,
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