Lyrics:
that music
Echo through the house
Where my grandmother drank
By herself
And I sat watching a flower
As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its
Ugh fuck nigga up on my shit get hit with the stick
got nasty goes all back home I'm bout to give ''em the chrome
got a new diamond faced rolly
a coffee blend
The blend all the famous doctor's recommend
Still I wake up in the morning feeling fine.
It must be cause you kiss me goodnight every
to the gods (woo)
X every night for my whole life
Tonka, big body, yeah, two
Ran up all my money, so I put Rick on my shoes
It's a lion on the Kenzo
real
now break it down
bitch
motherfucker im ill
matter of fact i need to take a pill
all these hits paying hospital bills
all these lips i know you
the Big Hero
Watch the show of the Big Hero
I know you're just a scared little child
And we might all feel like that once in a while
But, you can't deflect
I just gotta stack shit up
Gotta few shots loaded up in my cup
Gotta go hard cuz I don't give a fuck
Gotta grind all the time
Never needed any luck
Anything you want you know I can
Girl, I’m a rascal boy
Spending all my slush funds on your back
No time to dey dull
Anything you want you know I can
the constitution written for us (Uh-uh)
I don't trust, did they mean all, did they mean just us
No justice, back of the bus, bend over, homie (True)
If you know
twisting
Turning in my bed
I'm trying to make sense of it all
Is it all in my head?
These darker times
Who shall I talk to now
Nothing going on in
Know I see snakes
And it's fake how you moving too
I see no one
Know I see all
I be no one
Think to my days in the past
How many really know how I
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Kaze: [00:00:18] For these now it seems like I'm in a maze and I'm amazed by how all these people out on the street now
money I gotta gooo
Bout it Bitch don't make me blow
Don't make me call Gotti to get some more poles
Finessing finessing is all a bitch know
I came from
tonight
I know I'll be home
The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles
em on breech
Niggas talk, but they never on shit
Cuz they know I keep a whole lotta blicks
All my Glocks got 50 round drums
I'ma tell you we ain't
raised by the village never done it by myself
But I'm up now and I ain't scared to spread a little wealth
So I'm crunching all the numbers formulating
Or my wrist froze
Is he talented (no)
Is he very big (no)
Does he got it (still no)
Oh the places he'll go
Am I wasting my time
In the end I only got one
over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it
Murder for nothin' (Murda, murda, murda)
I'll send you on
Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us
It
the click clack,
That's baiting the people don't click that.
Got us killing each other for the big racks, lets face that
I dont know what to do, Im trynna be
yourself from that bullshit.
You're sitting by yourself (insane)
Late at night, going insane
I know that you miss the days back when you were still in game
'm at the bar you can catch me hands full of liquor
Puffin on the sweet submission, guess I'm the last one left
I got my back against the wall
Gat chillin by
know what you expecting
Lookin at the crowd they movin' slow I could be dancin'
If I get a cat she wylin out I call her shandi
Dirty big, im ugly fuck
[Verse 1]
Once I had a friend by the name of Jones
cnd his idea sure was wrong
I [took?] ol' Jones for my personal friend
You see what Jones has done
I know I'll be lonesome
That brings about a little fear
I know I'll be sad and I'll be blue
I have given the best of me
When I forgot to say
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