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a recital just to
Make me suicidal
Even more
Than I already am
Can't fall asleep
Twelve, one, two, three and a half AM
'Cus I just want a cuddle
So I sit

day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out

I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed out
Now I've got my feet up and my legs are

half with it
Caravan to stash it in and I'll sit
Back and kick my feet up relax say it's an accident
And laugh, ya bitch
Relapsin' with some cannabis

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, ha
Ha
Bricks, bricks comin' in by the mail, we call it plug talk
Heard you get it for 25, nigga, cut your plug off

the world give no fucks and no reaction/
Why they think my mind is absent when they see me jumpin' back in/
This isn't back then, matter fact a different man

fierce animals in the jungles.

Come I will take you back to your parents

Dhruva bowed at the feet of the sage with great devotion and told him

Oh

Maybe somewhere round there,
On Broadway,
That's what they all say,
And he had a 3 year old,
Another on the way,
Man I guess that's just the story
Gon

broke so I shot them with my gun like a Fortnite llama 

I kinda miss my momma 
I hate getting old cause year by year I leak more tears 
Death isn't

maj, uprok on the rise
so if the critics keep waiting for a sophmore jinx
they gonna get passed by just like the pharcyde

Verse 3a:
man I paid enough

thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, tha Liks or Alkaholiks

We

leap off
Fire-ass slide in my pocket
Turn the heat off
Dumbass tried to run off, cut his feet off
Smooth interaction with the clerk
Off the sweet talk

if I'm out of the game and watching my son, my nigga I'm squeezing, yeah
Since I was a youngin' I knew I was it before I put my feet in
Everything that

and gagged by a pair of panties, he got his arm loose
I untied him, got him to his feet
He tried to speak Cantonese (I don't understand all that shit, man

Yuh
Gucci fur coat, Keltec extended clip
Thermal ACOG with select fire
Snake print Gucci belt, baguettes by cartier, Dior saddle bag
I'll shoot

to concrete
Want it
Don't want it
Don't want it

Yo
Feet adapt to concrete
One, two, three
Keep the damn beat

Keep it fuckin' real street
Keep the flow
Damn

Y'all know who that is, that's Big Huey
He back in this, bitch, man
Stop playin' with him, y'all know who the fuck
Yall know who the fuck it is, man

tired of being bullied under their heels
I'm only guilty of wanting to be a father to my son and feed him a couple meals
At your feet i kneel, my heart

tired of being bullied under their heels
I'm only guilty of wanting to be a father to my son and feed him a couple meals
At your feet i kneel, my heart

days left but we're down to no
August that shit droppin you know where to go

Your record store to pick up that heat
Pay ya cash, sell pics of ya feet

Yeah we gon take this one back old school
We gon do this one like its 1994, 93, 92 It don't matter what you do
Look
We rolling like we on 10s
Low

Send you a napkin with your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere
They jumped this caddy
Came back with bloods everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic
Kept

can't see that
Negative vibes I gotta step a couple feet back
Niggas wanna call me I act like I ain't peep that
Peep what you feed them and peep what they

to hustle, some man just got it
Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs, it trigger my

Hook my brain up to a TV you might get Mars
I run perfect, and never will I short circuit
Why would I bring sexy back when
I'm the one who murked it