Lyrics:
Ha man these boys out here spreading all that mustard talking down y'all need to be Playing a game of ketchup
Ha man I seen this nigga in the Gucci
Most black stories don’t have a happily ever after ending,
Which would allow for one to assume that blackness
Does not have a future in happily
bucked
Fin to let these boys, up on some game
On my last leg, and don't bite your fame
If you want to know, just how the story goes
From being in
a movie, but love it in real time, Toni Morrison shit
Tell me more about the war, the wins, I know the stories of the horrors we in
Now we goin' for
matter what happens in life, you gotta pick yourself up
Don't let nobody keep you down
Daddy loves you, okay? Good night
Bon dias everybody, I got a story
as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
guard... and finishing
("That's enough overdramatics. Give me that gun before someone gets hurt.
Stand by...")
With, uh, the beach woman clad in
love in return
And I promise through this life of learn
We just keep each other first
And we can make it through... supposed
But baby if you trying
My life, this shit like a story
Gave them my heart and they tore it
My life like a story or somethin'
It got so many chapters, this shit'll never
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Let me tell you the story of a boy and a girl
All the guts and the glory in this twisted world
Well her Daddy despised her and her Mother let go
Let
boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Pull up, I'm on smoke
They all talk, in person they choke
Feel like I'll never grow old
Matter
(I have no legs)
(I have no leg)
(I have no leg)
Come by the party, get zooted, B?
Uh
Look
Good evening
Yeah, uh
When I party in New
Chorus
O, Boy now you've done it V, Very big mistake
E, End of the story, R you in the picture A-N
D, Don't you come back beggin' O, On bendin' knees
N,
true in life
The boy had dreams, had to get it by any means
Didn't know how long my life would be, some death I seen
Never know when your time will be,
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
Hmmm
God knows if this story
We're never meant to be
For your smile magical
I nor fit comot mind
With no doubt
With no doubt
You know me I love right
addicted to money
Look at your boy
(Boy)
Got 50 thousand in this mouth
(Mouth)
Look at your boy
(Boy)
I'm fixin' to buy a way bigger house
I'm
In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin' more
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin'
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin'
Whole city want me dead they don't really love
Hood want me in da feds they don't really love me
Friends wish they hit my head they don't really love
throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit
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