Lyrics:
need to know the situation's getting old
And now the more you talk the less I can take, oh
I'm looking for attention, not another question
Should
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
rise high
Remember the dead don't die less they fuck wit' I!
Niggas know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you
and rap
Is the greatest thing from blacks
Hype, watch a sucka run to it
Seems like a river runs through it
Simple to do it, pass the can around
Try
gluteus
Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio
Now who do ya think is more fruitier?
Wiener smothered in peanut butter puttin'
us down
Separate them
With nothing more to lose and even less to risk you can't run and hide from this
Where's your God when dignity is lost
Walk
The more he fills his empty evenings
The less he feels that there's a chance to find
Something that can bring him peace of mind
Is there a place where I
And frees an eagle instead
It's more or less the same as the things that you said
I see trouble up the road
Like the things you found in love are by
Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Atlanta and run off
I make the best one, it stick like a town hall
Runnin' this shit, what the fuck is they talkin' 'bout?
Skinny jeans stuffed with them
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
silence,
Shocked by the FOUL EVIL deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there;
I had but one chance and that was to run.
Out
on the beach you're strollin', real high rollin'
Everything you have is yours and not stolen
A girl runs up with somethin' to prove
So don't just stand there,
wallet is soul-less
I've got no more funds
Why do I run away from this?
Any sort of explanation
You could give me would be good, I'm annoyed
By expectation
a smile that bloom? (Bloom)
Before you load that gun and shoot, just know that she be needin' you
The best version of you too (bah)
I would write more
ever run away
Promise momma you'll keep your hands in sight" (41 shots)
Is it a gun? (What is it?) Is it a knife? (What is it?)
Is it a wallet?
Surveyors and cranes
And all that remains is a creek where
The water runs away when the rain begins to fall
A golden retreat
An idyllic
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, yuh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Set it off, set it off, set
where death is, where no more breath is and
3rd graders learn how to leave you chestless
Where god is dissed, dismissed and distant and far
From
This is Batis3ta coming to you again and Street Vybz
If you know you know
If you don't know you don't know
Less talk less talk less talk less Talk
slide, we ain't scared to die (let's go)
Speak less, more sex, yeah, we goin' live (nigga)
Yeah, I figured that I'm empty, but I'm on a ride (yeah)
Take
the projects
Real nigga, ain't too many of us
Whole sale, less is more
It never works, bitch, there's plenty of us
Never hesitant, I really want it
Automatic,
there's something
i want to know
the more i get, the less i feel
i never know, how it goes
the world is just a spinning wheel
with us too far afield
(loved)
Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that
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