Lyrics:
they my friends
But they only stick around till I blow up cause they want in
I
Don't know what to say i know these niggas tryna play me
Try to keep my
on the dank that I hold ya
Ran out of Zags, get some more from the corner store
Seff the Gaffla, nineteen ninety Rappin' 4
It's the dank season for nineteen
addicted to the green
I spend days in the cloud Im imprisoned in a dream
Singing in the trees because I’m a victim to the scene
Hoping I could run from all
little
On this pool picnaratin the proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like contenental
Cause I stay up on my grind late night like
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
aiming for
Flow so elegant that I can take your lady for
A four course meal with some wine back from '84
Baby pour me a glass, you know I like that
Led Zeppelin Four and Two
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket by Blink 182
The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me by Brand New
Phrenology The Roots
Foo
it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if
ago[00:29.69]Short fuse on this bomb hoe, you know it's time to blow[00:32.89]Late nights, early mornings, workin', it's time to go[00:36.18]Studio session with my
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
late i gone wait but in the meantime nigga
I went to sleep counting green
I woke up smoking green
What that look like
Look like money
What that smell
a thing
Look a nigga in his soul till you feel the pain
But you still ah’ never know when nigga change
I love my niggas from the flo’ to the ceiling
it by the time he got to the door
And dapped up Von who was far from bored
He was holding two Ski Masks and looked very sure
That this was the path he
by the time he got to the door
And dapped up Von who was far from bored
He was holding two Ski Masks and looked very sure
That this was the path he was
life, from my eyes, tell me what it feel like
Gotta stay going when i'm breathing
Fighting with my demons, but the green light is my meaning
It is so
And Daddy, won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County?
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too late in asking
Mister
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
up on your way to
Work, see it all the time, always passing by
Call it playing Beetle-bug, yeah
It's on sight, better throw a punch
Running late
Yo
Yo
No you don't wanna test my patience
Just wait
Cos Ive had countless sleepless nights and
I grind from morning I'm on till late
Rinse and repeat
And have you shittin' socks, bitch (bitch)
P Rock shit, leave your fuckin' knot split
Grab the green from Al by showin' him hot grits (hot grits, no one)
a millionaire
Feelin' 'em squares, stayin' up late
Doing her homework
Till he bones hurt
Solid as steel
Real as a day of atonement
Never live for the moment
I have to be furious like the fast four
Let it be a ride or die, ama stay trying till my time is up
See this life is not a merry go round
Live your
right from the start
All of their hands are playing apart
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
Join the dance
Follow on! Till
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