Lyrics:
it locked , I got guap , I got hot
In ya face
I got it good
(Mel Smyth)
Hold up hold up
Mr Immaculate in the building
Bout to son all these
a house on the lake
Peace for peace sake
Taking breaks
Turn em into loops and make a track
Run the track, like I’m still in the race
But am a dude that’s
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
Sipping Henny by the gallon
Snatch these hoes with all my talents
Snatch these hoes like i got talons
Wear my scars like neck medallions
Room is crowded
to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
what?) licorice
When I was rocking lottos moving packs up on McDonalds
She was looking for me, pulled up in that old El Dorado
I was running around with
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
Have a house with a wife and some kids one day
Damn, I got somethin' to say
Ayo, section eight with foods stamps, refrigerator was packed
You hate
stuff
cnd I heard her nincompoop husband was a big tough man
Skateboards and robots became a thing of the past
Now in my younger days I used to sport
of pages learned all about endurance
When Maftown was not for us
Gaborone should love, enormous
I shouted out Pretoria in a chorus
On my first album seeking
asked if I could fix it, come by a little later help him put it back on hinges. 'See, I'm far too old to lift it and it's not for my house,
It's my
on yo Nese
She be all up in my tree house, she on the wood I'm on the nails
Quarter Pound of nothing special I dont say don't tell no tails
I feed
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
a coward, myself, for good
And prolly never meant what I said, skeptic in bed
I'd prolly be in a cell, dealing with the fact that I sent him to hell
With
Yeah, Chase Naihm
Listen up
Me and your mama, we having some issues
I know I'm not there, but I'll never forget you
Know not a day that goes by, I
one unison son plus there aint no I in we
No
The Hip-Hop Society
Matter fact one last fact for yall thats a whole nother act
Yeah yeah an by another
the fuck was your house when
I was stuck in the rain?
Did you buy a mixtape? Or maybe a shirt?
Did you give me a beat? Did you help my work?
If you answered
to the phone, I can sell the tone
In the science lab I mix me chemicals
In silicone fella in the vanilla cone
The school even play the recorder
Now days he
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
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