Lyrics:
thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess.
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
nigga you gotta be a killa
Cause on tha reala
Nothin' out here but some gorillas
My mind made up ta ride
I'm a ride
What I'm after nigga ta bust
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G]
back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin'
and doubt
So I just pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves
On out and free my scalp
I need to free my mind, a puff at a time
I'm up all the time, I'm up
[Rae & Christian]
You know how we be reckoning white labels hard-to-get
Once again
Live on Grand Central
Next stop - Grand Central
[Mike G]
surrounded by guns, killers and crack rock
Wish God could've re-edited that shot, I guess not
The L-O-G-I-C, open your mind, like O-ren Ishii
At fourteen,
people.
Anishinaabe, Michael gives you praise.
Like an explosion thoughts came flowing
out of his heart and into his mind.
Where Michael gathered fruits
cappuccino
Mike Amiri camo and my stick by Valentino
Every single night I make a
Movie like it's Vimeo
Heard these niggas tweakin'
I'ma smoke 'em like a premo
They're out to get me in the end
I think they'll find me by the ruined trees
Without a candle or a friend
Then they'll bring me to the wizard's cave
men said we weren't worth the fuss
You could catch 'em all bitching by the bar
Above the fine line between the rich and the poor
Then Mike turned
one, you been that (yeah)
They ludicrous, tell 'em, "Get back" (get back)
Ayy, you can max out my Amex
Ayy, I can tell you like attention just by
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
Franklin in
The GC closed down, Mike Childs got ten
The feds locked the pimps up
For pimpin in the south
You may control her mind
But you can't control her
Rolling when you ride, poppin'
Rolling when you ride
Ride the Rodman
Got one that's straight acting
Turnt out like some dirty plastic (ride)
2016 burnt
ain't gon' see tomorrow (uh-uh)
This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with
and you'll be in control like Mike, in Control like Mike
Im in control of my mind, yeah, one of a kind
Momoney, nigga, focus on your grind and not mine's
locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out
Unquotable, sociable thirty-eight caliber style swayin'
Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin'
The products of the streets don't be playin'
It's a bloody
Stained my mind like you stained my sheets
(Aj ruin everything, he in here, T Kee)
I can be there for your needs
I think I'm better off alone,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
the tone of beats and poems
Polo's headphones becomes a skull and crossbones
Pull out your Q tips clean out the earwax
If you're still hard of hearing,
(Uh, uh, uh)
Ooh-ooh (uh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh (uh uh uh)
Ooh-oh no, ooh (say what?)
Ooh-ooh no-no (verse one)
The day you pissed me off, I told Mike
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