Lyrics:
Dig a whole bury yourself nigga
Go ahead, keep goin' I got some nice dresses for you guys over there
The Incomparable H-O
Told ya to get ya
fishing shit, uh, why you coming back so fast, you ain't missing shit,
Bob the builder, I got all the tools, I can fix the shit
I got all this shit up in my
hand
In marriage
Then came another carriage
I had courage
Until you miscarried
Then you treated me like every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Playing innocent, like
On the Track)
Kids fighting people
You know we been fighting 400
And still fighting to this day
To this Day
To this Day
In the car with the crew nigga what you
a bitch on instagram her body look jus like a model
They might think i got a kid all these fckin baby bottles
I was fckin on yo bitch & i was playing wit yo
gotta take ya from your man, that's my mission
If his love is real he's got to handle competition
You only knew him five months, (that's right)
Besides
You nicer than me psyche got you hyped for a moment
Leader of the pack shouts to my mom thanks
Try to catch me if you can like Tom Hanks
Colabos I'm
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins
With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
Sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then
Chop, chop,
realest nigga in it since Makaveli (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my belly (yeah)
We gon' get it by any means necessary (necessary)
Got my
know I had a scene, guys
I'll hold on i ain't tryna make a scene
I got infatuated by modern
Girls and finer things
But that's what happens when you
a phone call away
I know you've moved on
Got a new life
Someone is by your side
And I'm glad
I just need to say
I miss the kids that I use to know
We grew
Though the night before
I gave you all my innocence
I was a kid
A kid at best
You got my head pressed to the wall
And you're pretending to be tough
Making
bear huge for my brothers
And I got no love for the others
C'mon kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker
"Mucho
standing by, aye
But, what you don't know is
Once we get started, it will go on and on
And it won't stop till I
See her love come down
And it won't stop
or willfully ignorant
Ain't no moral High Ground when you're killing your citizens
Yo! the 'hood got locked for rock
The Burbs sniffed powder & got a slap
wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours
And the current fashions set the pace
Lose your step, fall out of grace
And the radical he rant and rage
the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick
Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
Word to Joe Frazier, got ta do what pays ya
Give a nigga pain, like displasure
But close your hips in, nigga you can't win
I walk around, with a scowl
a sandwich first with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new sawed-off
When them booty kids show up we gone blast they ass off
Niggas be mean mugging wide
flonting, rae', it had to go down
Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown
4-5's and ak's, kids ready to spray
The cats got nine lives from
The moon is rising and the mist is growing tall tall tall
You've got a story to tell of how it's all my fault
You've been keeping all your demons
path and can't stop
Won't get caught in the same plot
They think I'm square like I'm Sponge Bob
Tell 'em Ight Imma head out
I waited up by myself
start runnin'
You know it's the gang no switching up
I'm toting them chops
You know I got glizzies
I keep some extra shooters with me
We trap out
kinda like her, you know)
(I don't know, with kids today it's different)
You want to riff, but you can't base
You're captivated by a smile
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