Lyrics:
Show me a poison, I'll show you a man who's been blind to the taste
Show me a city, I'll show you a night it's been left laid to waste
Is it wrong
booty
You can be 18 with some soft hands
Aw shit look who it is, it's the Gucci Man with the spray tan
Wait, let's go back to the part near the start
this one's for the girls
Between stand by your man and goodbye, Earl
My country playlist is real persuasive
Boy, you're in trouble
My heart's
him, not, they
Royce, Reef, double, are
Beef is close but trouble's, far
Nickel Nine is what the rhyme is
I put my time in, nigga Nickel Nine is
Uhh uhh
not a fear
Fuck y'all Gudda comeback
Man y'all don't want that troule man
That was trouble right there
& y'all don't want that lemme give
It to y'all
that motherfucker is when you whip that motherfucker
And we choke the motherfucker (Man, fuck that motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna
shirt
And people started laughing like the
Whole thing was funny
I woulda went home except I need the money
'Cause times is hard, my boss is crazy
The guy
die? Will I live?
Give the world everything I have to give
This is feelings on the page, know my wisdom, not my age
Understand that I'm a man not defined
There was a thick set man with frog eyes
Who was standing by the door
And a little bald man with wing-nut ears
Was waiting in the car
Well Robert
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
And I did it all by myself
Nobody lent a hand
But she swing around my heart
Like that bitch is Spider-man
Spider-man
Spider-man
Spider-man
Around my heart
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
Bad, bad, blood was running
In the veins of parker evans
A crash, crash
A crash is surely coming
If it can't turn a freight train round
Parker
the fuck you think my life is about? Bitches hatin
What you think that butter knife is about? Bitches hatin
To see what this nigga's dick is about
Do he be
I see trouble in the road
I see trouble up ahead
The Lord says "Keep it low"
Let the rolling wind, and the hammer blow
John Brown is a wise, wise
on _Soul Train_)
Now honey flipped the script like Sybill
"You're not the Rapper Dana Dane with fame, is you?
Ooh, I like your records, ooh, you're the man
Yeah
I want all my niggas to come journey with me
My name is Nas, and the year is 1973
Beginning of me, therefore, I could see
Through my belly
There's been times I've let my faith run thin
Not been the man I should have been
After all the trouble I've been in, I'da gave up on me
I've
I had a dream, I woke up full of sweat
And in that dream, i was standing on the devils steps
They gave my man 14 and he ain't lose his breath
See I hate when I get recognized
And while the fan is hypnotized
I'm approached by random guys who feel the need to emphasize
I don't know who you
to much for me
To not have you by my side
Cause no matter what your going through
You know that I'm gon' ride yea
You a brave girl
I'm a brave
Since we separated
I've been suffocated, ah yeah
All the empty space in my head
First I felt liberated by it
But solitude is overrated
on the rise
It doesn't mean anything but a trouble is a brewing
Look out at man holding the gun to his head
He's painting a picture that's covered in red
You
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