Lyrics:
real
And the real youts hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um suck your mum, yeah, go and do that
My name's Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I like porn
he tried
Learned to be so comfortable with getting denied
Revived when he died by his own internal drive
High-fived himself and scolded him when he
mommy and your daddy protect you
While your mommy and your daddy protect you
And keep you save from harm
Brown baby
Brown baby
My baby, it makes me so
make your days count
I be all about my cake, is that why you hate and doubt
Fucked this baddie with a rubber from the front, she called me daddy
Smoked
drive
You love it every time
She hot like summertime
Baby yeah you know your mine
Ay
my lil bitch she a dime
Yeah you make me feel alive
In the whip i'm
Daddy told me to keep my friends close
But still keep my enemies closer
Cause the love can be blinding
But usually the hate niggas got
Is more
Of the promised doors my people bout to break through
Mama tell me drive slow today
I finally got up out my hole today
Been working on myself, the world can wait
Going for a drive going somewhere by a lake
I don't know time but I know time knows my fate
Treated like trash so all your efforts go to waste
I always
all that
My mother's a witch and my daddy's a hunchback
And nobody could fuck with me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G
With a stiff hangin' out
to Treach
Bit the Pharcyde then A Tribe Called Quest
And you gots no respect for me, is that right?
Well jump your ass on the train witcha backpack tight
hate by people
I sit back in the seat though
I pay no mind I eat those, yea
I'm bout to go in beast mode
This king cannot be dethroned
Get rid of me I
dive
Galilee your seas are bluer than me
Swallow me, I wanna dive
Waiting F T W
She put her hands upon me
Like a painting by Millais
She comes
set of lips
Put your juice on my stick, first, let me get a sip
Quick, no Trick Daddy, but daddy got dollars
Ain't that why you wanna be my baby
him
He never even sent me a damn card
TO HELL WITH HIM
This the life of a bastard
Momma dead and gone
cnd ain't no word from my daddy
Three kids
fold
Me and Bill Clinton want to bust in those on homeless 14 years old (she's young)
Doin drive by's in fuckin pink caddies
Tie you up and beat you
I forgot to flush
Baby ask me why my piss foggy
I'm always drippin
They be asking why my fit soggy
Suckin face
Daddy ask me why my lips glossy
Sorry,
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
the hood
He ain’t never scene the block the chance he got I wish I could
Man I hate his dedication and his drive it make me sick
But foreal fuck Kris he
in the pit all weekendSo my heart is quiet for the drive(Hey dude, can I bum a ride?)And I miss feeling normalAnd I miss feeling radThough I hate
Cum - Cum
You will remember who's fucking you
Daddy you drive me crazy
Daddy lets make some babies
Cuz a nigga like this only come around
Once in
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
(If I die by the time you're alive you know it)
Rip to the old me, always been lying to you
How could you hate me more
Rip to the old me
I've always
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
Your Daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you
As he tied that chain to the front of my car and pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into
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