Lyrics:
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
No, it doesn't matter what I've got on my feet
I imagine bitch boots walking down the street
Daggers on the pavement while I chop up the strut
the flame
cnd I bite the hand that feeds me
I'm a no-good dog, better keep me right by your side
Been sent on down this lonesome highway
That leads straight
Made in America, nineteen fifty nine,
Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line.
Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid,
I was
like Natsume
My spirit holds me down each day
Feeling like Takumi
Only chasing the bag I ain't got no love
Me and BNO posted up in these
Streets 'til we
with you but you can't take it in
The weight will hold you down
Possession, possess, possess
Obsession, obsess, obsess
Possessed by your possessions
upside-down, super wide and backwards
In each other's eyes
Judith dropped the eucharist on the floor
Father Good bent down to kiss the carpet
Later on, she saw
Settin' shop, then sellin' dope
The Dirty South, gats all in your mouth, walk you in your house
Lay your ass down, give your money up, we don't give
some fucked up shit
Blowing killa when I ride, in my mirror when I ride by
Can see some niggas doing a coward-ass drive-by
Some of these pussies
And maybe I don't say so enough but I'm good to wait
Relax by the smokestacks
Call it a date
Light up a candle
Floating away
Losing my handle
Wanting to stay
back, i'm lit like some matches
High like a roof
Down by my roots
Got my wifey happy in the back room
Run it up like an athlete cause i'm fast to
When you
they showed me a good time
While you're just ringing in my ear
I toasted marshmallows
While you burned our bridges down
And I looked at landscapes
section
Flexin' with no shame
Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game
Sun up to sun down I puff leaves
Filled with imported trees
and I'm Bob Ross
So let me tell you boy in no uncertain terms
I finally found the words
Don't you know that I know that you know that I know
That
a headwrap
Put up the cuffs, I don't play where the feds at, no
(Hell naw)
Don't need restrictions to rock yo' world
(Nope)
All in yo bidness like kinfolk girl
What's wrong is right, day is night, dark is light, come dine
Tossed around, upside down, no one pays no mind
Bad is good, can't is could and we
and forever
The sea told the sky told the moon told the stars
We've got to stop meeting behind parked cars
Up in the mountains down in the street
Long gone
Come on, buckaroo
Cheer up old soldier
Gonna come home soon
Don't fret no more, my son
Wasn't anything you did
Your folks just need some time
Gas
today
All alone today
Ice shines in the light
But never quite as bright
As the way I feel
Too good too real
Suns going down and
No one else around you
Tell me who'd you want to me when you grew up and older
The good ones leave a mark, and you're off to quite a start
Won't you just stay by me?
Sure
didn't understand
But when you're young and all alone
You make up things for the things that are missing
Ooh, how I used to love to dress up in my
So many lies you told I'm still in disbelief
I broke down when you turned around and announced that you would leave
You're no longer allowed to hurt
'bout when Im down bad
You'd really stunt you a hoe bitch
So I had to get up in my bag
Used to wake up and work day jobs
I put in my time and it paid off
Raised by Tom and Jerry, they're sure to blame
Roaming the outback, he can't back
In his mind he is on the right track
Going too fast, trying to yak
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