Lyrics:
the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
da stats of da inner city blacks
Do enough to get by some falling thru da cracks
Selling weed selling crack, tell me where dey get it at
Handcuffs
communicate. I promise everything get better with the time, I'll pour you glass of wine!
Verse:
Usually, I'm on the grind but you on my mind you remind
connected like
The reefer man
Seat back and my sneakers blaring
Moon roof slight overcast
But I'm so over that
I overgas under the overpass
I'm so slow it's
sex as a weapon.
Her man's name Jerome, high school sweetheart
Who just came home for some charges unknown.
It's 'prolly domestic, he be beatin' 'er
replenish
No rel, no relish, no relic
I'm feeling hella embellished just by the way that I'm writing about the pain that I cherish
Ya'll better hand me my
like they the big man on campus
To get rocked and is da big man on campus
His blood will be the pain and the ring will be the canvas
It's a masterpiece,
you shouldn't have saw
'Cause the night gets raw
Drama is thicker than skippys peanut butter
Imagine worried thoughts of a young man's mother
hear
She like get up out my ear or better yet
Play the rear caboose is loose
Like the truth I'm tellin' you
My life is like an edible
Take a bite and I
Textbooks in the back, they must be Aderlin's
Better not be skipping school, that shit'll get me hot again
I drop em off, know that kid has way too much
atone
Got to pose this though: how many roads must a man walk down?
I can't talk now
It's too dim and dreary, clearly
It sincerely turned out nothing like
So thrown when I write wanna go
Four faces on the two
That I shown
Feeling so cold
But you know I'm the man that you asked for
Sitting on this thrown
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
bagion mistreated
Defeated, over powered by the conjegation
Now I face life thru mental death
Havin black outs, visions of the Earth before my day
the caveman sketch was out
Would somebody shoot me!
Total crap!
Who ordered the black new sugar?
Together now, 5, 6, 7, 8!
Five minutes to go
From
Twenty
Big weight, big case, lights been hitting
Trimmed face, handbrakes, bars been hitting
My car been bending, black Honda is fittin'
Hard life, am living,
no
I live in ma attitude
Local man still a low key bloke
Grown tho I still give ma mama
Her lovely boy
Some days, I dip, the bread into the tea
Other
Bitch I be bitch I be
Bitch I be writing my lyrics
All of this sound comes from my room
It's a bedroom not a studio
But im still better than you
Yeah
the oven door
It's hot and its fuego
Come hot yeah It's fuego
I'll put my borough on the map
Until my family dressed in black
Cause you know once you
said, "What place is better than being here with me?"
I said, "You got a point, but I really must be going"
He grabbed me by the shoulders and his tears
a playpen)
In other words we don't play that shit (we don't play that)
M.A 'bout to drop, better play that shit (play that)
Hoes love me man, them niggas
Eyes Open
We Ride 4 Deep N We Trust No One
Heres The Plan
Soon As We Finna Shootin Up Ur Man
We Gunna Take It There
N Start Shootin Up His Fans
I Don't
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Little miss hot pants runnin the streets
Tryin to come up on a couple of G's
Infatuated by the Bling Bling
Such a shame to see
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