Lyrics:
plan to sweat girl every time I see ya smile back
I ain't pretty or nothin'
But still I got enough game to back it all up when I leave
I got another
to sweat girl every time I see ya smile back
I ain't pretty or nothin'
But still I got enough game to back it all up when I leave
I got another trick up my
I say I'm done here, But you come back to get me
Like a killer in movies, When he's on the loose
You're a nightmare, All the faces that you wear
But
the water's coming over me
Giving up the father when he's done with the sword in the stone
Boarded-up homes, cord in the phone, no dial tone
Caller unknown,
And sedate crowds with the same sound
they've been layin up into your brain loud
Enough to take any rational thought
and leave your brain clouded to rap
everyday kinda thing
So many times we think we got it tough
We go to church two times a year
And you think that's enough
To get by with our lives
are now unleashed
To punish and terrorize them fools
That have done you wrong
Yeah, now what's up
You stupid bitches
[Knightowl]
Don't be buggin
like fly for life
Cant get by just to maintain
Quipto:
Oh hell naw
I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see
So lord dont punish me just 'cause i
see why like JoJo
Ha, ho hate me just by lookin' at my photos
Punk ass bitch, I don't want your life (punk ass bitch)
I don't want your nigga, no, we
Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
'Nother fat weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my nigga, but he after
to God
If it wasn't for the cream
I've quit cause I've had
And done enough for the scene
Promote the four elements
Key show performin'
Foreign land tourin'
Poor little O.G
And I'm thinking to myself he never really got to know me
Looking up from my gravesite
Second scene from a motherfucker dead for life
bitch I did do it
Steal cars Ive been through it
Done that
Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that
Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed
its coming from a kid
Whos driven more than truck drivers
A kid that wont stop until hes got enough buyers
A kid thats got too many rhymes to run by yas
pops is ballin', will he save enough to leave it with you?
Hope your priorities are in the right order, hail the official
Made it from the bottom,
stay strong, even though I was vulnerable
I done had 23 once before, but I lost him two times
We wasn't on good times before he died
I wished I
on the hammer
You got a trophy on yo neck
But if you tuck it, it don't matter
They tryna grab me by my heels
They see me coming up the latter
Bitch, you better
When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I'm
done yet, baby
I ain't stopping till I'm balling like enough said, baby
If I fall then I'm crawling, then I'm straight back to the walking
You niggas
Canada (huh?)
That's why I carried the heater
Used to drink the Hennessy by the liter
I used to be at Blu crib, weighin' and baggin' the weed up (fact)
segregation
Screw that foo', my money up, you jiggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running this and you jiggas just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so
Just 'cause a nigga calm an' he got style
Don't think I won't flip and
Don't pull your file
But I got enough bullshit to deal with
I'm rollin'
All's I've gots is my P.O. box
It's on the corner of Lavaca and Ninth
I do a little and the little I do
Is enough for me to keep my vice
Oh wind
me slay this, replay this, feel educated
By the bars that I bring together like birds of a feather
I bring heat like summer weather
I'm way too clever
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