Lyrics:
In the days or years to come day
It'll change you'll see life's something
Something join me say
One day... (One day)
It's gonna get better (Better)
and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man
and such, man, I don't know much, man
I pay my dues, man, now I'm confused, man
Scabby vampires wanna run, come along, come use man
The same old news, man
gotta stick by the code
I pull a few strings to get me a bag but i don’t take out trash
I left the city when i was 18 the shit that i seen made me never
going to be around
When yo pockets prolly on e
Ain’t no bros beside me
That don’t be hiding when all
These problems get deep
Man - they been with me since
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
La, la, la-la
Wait 'til I get my money right
I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven
When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace
I told God I
jelly more custardy
Prefer my peanut butter more syrupy
What can I say, I got a taste for the sweeter things in life
Twenty years old when do we start
up there next to drizzy
When it comes to writing bars I’m tryn tell you I get busy
I doubt anybody in this city really fuckin with me
I could tell who
down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW BOW
DEMON SEASONED!
Man think that I'm straight out the north cos I swing that
know I’m down to ride
Just like Old Jr. says, I just want to be great
Livin’ to my fullest pulling strings till they straight
My daddy taught me well,
nebozo?
Yeah, how you know though?
I be hearing your songs, your shit is heat, yo
But back to me though
My method on the mic is ill, bro
The method man, we both
that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
Niggas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin', "Death
that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
Niggas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin', "Death
forgive me for the mistakes I've made
And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my
love when them jeans on
We rollin' get your chick stolen
Stand up paper I can't even fold it (nah)
Old bread, baby, my money be moldy
Every time I
old
Covered in such, drive-by the sun with a low (?)
Third album Wheel of Fortune when I bought those O's
And every other letter when I chose
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)
Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked if they liked violence?"
And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear?
What about the make-up
You allow
'm digging for some gold
I'm on a mission to keep getting better and better and better until I get old
When my story's getting told
Make sure you say that I
used to pray for heaven to send me a love
'Cause heaven knows a lonely man can't get enough
Each night and day I search my soul ask God above
But I
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