Lyrics:
Going back to when we were kids
We get along, we knew it then my buddy
It was the time, the time of our lives
The hands on the clock, oh how they
I'm meetin' my buddies out on the lake
We're headed out to a special place (We love!)
That just a few folks know
There's no signin' up, no monthly
the fire and the base
I'm admired by the greats
This to each and every rap nigga
I look you liars in the face
Cold case, Rolls Wraith
Big dipper,
faded
Tree's prepared and properly cultivated
I nursed 'em, sprayed down, no chemicals
Just me and my buddy, ya hear me now
Never treat ya wrong, to each
I will leave it to another to judge her
By your eyes
Well I will not be your gun
Cos I'm born Jacob's deadbeat son
Uha
But I will stand and deliver
never got to vote
I left my arm in my coat
My mom she died and never wrote
We sat by the fire and ate a goat
Just before he died he had a toke
Now
want to bug me
Athletes want to be rappers, shawty, trust me
Bending corners in the Benz
Riding it like a bucket, nigga fuck it (fire another)
I
On that fire escape
Can you remind me of what it was like
At the top of the world?
Come with me
We begin July
With a stop at my corner fire hydrant
yeah
Now she's with one of my good time buddies,
They're drinkin in some cross-town bar.
Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied Lord
where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoker and get some pretty girl over, crank the Hank and let 'em shake that thang.
And when the moon
and download you some MP3s Presto you can make your own CDs
I'll show you how it's done
Fire up the computer and let's burn one
Before my eyes could not
Catch me in the Flatz where they bag Grammy
Norwood out the Nutty bitch we been cracking
Task At JMack Arcade at Granny's
40 cal pop name is Acme
Bright lights, grey skies, city arcades
Hidden in the shadows of fire escapes
Sour tongues, purple lungs
Lighters in the air
Oh I wouldn't dare, no
to a courtly love, wrecked by desire.
You're the salt of a memory on a love so raw,
The dead may haunt, but the living haunt more,
For every arcade where I've
(My Baby Blue Jeans on,
We're having a sing song,
Sitting round the fire,
Waiting for Delilah)
It's a late autumn night and we're sitting side by
because my radar is over there smoking buddy
Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster
Imma raise a toast to the fuck buddies
Hands up high if they hitting it right
Booty clap twice on a cuddle buddy
She sucking the soul out my little guy
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
a new age war, we were
I heard somebody say we'd be wasted
Under fire we were without defense
My buddy said he had a space van
A long range cruiser, it
the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
ops with me
Like an arcade is how I got the game, quit fucking with me
Living up to my potential, shit been fucking getting harder
Like older a car done
No way nuh uh
And u ain't him stop it with it right now
And u ain't him
Here I is sorry to keep you waiting
But now I'm back with more fire than
the casino dance with their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
Sandy, the aurora is risin'
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