Lyrics:
some motherfucking shit happen, man
It's your boy Yung Joc, you know, Block Entertainment
And my motherfucking nigga Trae, asshole by nature
Ay, Trae,
Don't choke, you feeling like giving up
Life isn't a million bucks, you feeling like living sucks
God's telling you hear your boy, but you don't wanna
of most people
If you're scared of like positivity, and creativity)
Yeah
Hello everybody from your boy on cloud nine
I know it's been awhile and that it's
ya trunk like an elephant
My benevolence, you're sexy, you're fiending
God said wait for marriage? Don't believe him
You in love with this boy for
I'm so much better
Oh boy, I had to break the rules
They were made by fools
Who did not dare
Snap the handcuffs on
Gonna drag you along
Wanna
beauty is be ever more
For the English decievers by nature
Though maybe you'd think them sincere
If they say you're a sweet charming creature
Now, don
the angriest boy
when I was sat into the earth in a stream of guts
By mother nature that green eyed slut
I wasent the first to get forced from a cut
One
of nature
I'm pushed off the floor to face
A world of war wages and girls of all ages
I'm the guy you don't love just yet
But I write poems with my tongue
is
When black lords was videoed ko's
I was naughty by nature getting
OPP like hey ho
1 track mind couldn't tell me nothing either
After that spike lee
it's in your nature?
For me it's kind of hard to tell
The boys say, "Can't you see she hates you?"
I think you're lonely as a cheap motel
But in your
don't rap but every month he drops
Flicking my ashes at the Undie cops
Pistol on me, hands in my pants like Kelly Bundy's pops
Naughty by nature, this
Live from the 815 I'm getting dumb high
80 on the late night drive I keep a gun by
Probably giving dick to a bitch until the sun rise
She a never get
boutique
If they ask, tell the truth, I never sold you weed
I'm a hustler by nature, it's my whole routine
I wake up and go get it, what the fuck you mean
bacon
Still I don't eat forever its on my plate and I guess I really can say I relate those who dislike its' tasting
But its our nature to seek out
This is fact, not fiction that I just stated
Don't know it all, but understand a lot
Boy is playin' in the sand and in his head he's shot
By another
thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck these haters
Everytime a nigga makes moves, it's major
Pager blowin' up, and nigga my celly off
motherfuckin' problem ain't hoe-hatin'
You're just mad 'cause yo' ass got straightened
But I don't give a fuck!
Hope you get hit by a truck, ya stank slut!
some angles
Cant do time Cuz i don't like anal
So i keep a eye out for blue boys with retinas
Devil bring problems as big as texas but the weed thick
cooked
Past the boiling point your boys on point with bulls-eyes bruk
Where I'm from, there are some, who you don't try yuk
Could get your spirit, soul,
in they free time hmm.
Some don't speak my lingo ain't no hearin me,
I keep my faith fully loaded aint no fear in me
Ain't no tag that's on my soul
There was a boy
Born in a small town
With a hopeful soul
No matter what
As time went by
And he's growing old
Began to realize and
Lost his soul
He
Better days
Clouded by ganja haze
Circling this maze
Fresh air for the lungs
Nature is where we belong
But we to busy in Babylon
Chasing dreams with
to feel all my emotion
implosive stocked up on the shelves
boy don't talk about my feels
you barking up the wrong tree
I rather break the seal tonight
his hole already
And its too far gone if roads collapse
Not throwing keys on his lap
Cursed by nature
Like damn
I be cursing later
Call my name once
You
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