Lyrics:
but yall
Pussy's get no no chicks like hickery
Hicks dockery don't fuck with me
Cause now im going with facts
Ill spill'em all out in
1 track im do you
these tracks with the time I spare
Getting no scratch off the itch I bear
Ha ha ha yea life ain't fair
Do you got my back if I ever get scared?
Still got
track record,
I'm here to set the record str8,
Gimmie a sec
(Chrous: Da Real Spoonie)
Gimme a sec let me think about it wtf happened to us,
Gimme
fine
Sometimes in life the road gets hard
Sometimes you're naked in the dark
And no one else than you can help
When you got a broken heart
Let me tell
Far from the war zone in no danger
I'll track you with locators
Got information from a close neighbour
Glass houses, I come from the stone ages
need nobody else
I don’t need nobody help
All I need is the weed, An to read the books that’s on the shelf
Oh look, there is no more left
I came and I
Good vs evil man you know the real
You think people actin up by their own will
I pray God wake you up wit the words I spill
Principalities in this
been playing jeopardy with buying tools (What else)
But if history correct then I can’t play by no rules (Woo)
Cause a knee to my neck (Woo) Is you
me
It's so abundantly clear
I get a taste of sunshine
No longer hungry, in fear
I stay below the ground
And every now and then, reappear
Walk over
wonderful
I pursued it and my life was a high
I couldn't come down, the stars aligned
I'd give my heart, and I'd give my life
Until she stabbed me with
conversation
And the cops are bending
Tell them it's crack
Hell of a flow
Hell of a track
I do it for real here
Just to tell them they wack
Bet you half
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
stopped
Either way it fall no one else me
You wasn't with me thru the storm
Feeling a way then suck on my dick
Dont come close you might get hit
Boy dont you see you a walking lick
I hop ona beat and they dont make a sound
Wanna
'm the nucleon, you're the manchurian
Crack head Maniac why do you dance
It's a rap vid, Hey, Fag! combine your laps
I'm Mad cuz' he can't stand, Deliver
Come back
get some reality here!
Makes you crazy, Catch 22
No way out, no good for you
If you get close, you will be abused
Watch out for that and don't be
Anytime I'm hopping on a track, I come with ruthless flow
Bodying opponents, this body bag is where you could go
It's amazing how my patience has got me all
the storm and cursing at the wind
Wishing you could just come back
Cold from the icy rain
I'm just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean,
your back son
Showing up on track one
Make sure there’s extra creamer in his coffee
You know he likes it sloppy
Like giving sloppy toppy
Sit back
time
And that's the shit that matters
It ain't comin' back no matter how many number one hits get fuckin built with your rhymes
Why can't you even come
I'm user friendly not foolish
Atop the keep, in the fortress I keep the order
The ruby quartz will point out these punch buggies; observant
No punch
Blade on my waist look straight out of Hell's Kitchen
Moving wet weight make you think the scale glitching
I got buddha by the bail (what else)
Monks
till he finds something else
Put music back on the shelf
Killing off the whole crew by myself
Bullet with my name but no one fired
Dancing 'round my
and forever
Through the sunny days and the bad weather
Come on baby it gets no better
What else could you want?
A house on the hills?
Uh uh
I can't afford that
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