Lyrics:
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
of sobriety"
Billy then wrote a letter saying
"Mama get me out of here!
Time rolls by so slow
Each day seems like a year"
But his mama never got the letter
Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't
enough
Send this beast back to its hell
You can take out both the eyes
But we're not done
The battle now has only just begun
In this song
The third degree
BcBY WHcT YOU GOING TO DO
WHEN YOU COMING HOME TO SHOW ME THcT YOU'LL NEVER WcLK OUT
THE DOOR
WHY TELL ME WHY DO I LOVE ONLY YOU
I TRIED SO HcRD TO HIDE
have it figured out by now
There's no need for me to hang around
I gotta get outta town
Five dollar drink and a lonely window seat
Half empty plane
marking new passages
If you call us Siamese, we calling you blasphemous
Don't label us freaks
Can't you hear the revolution whenever we sing?
Conjoined by
strange
All I seem to love
I push away
Really, I don't got a lot I'd like to say
Really had to get up out my fuckin way
It's just certain things you can
are worlds apart
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While everybody's out here with the real entertainer
Come on downtown
already got too much ass to shake
Now that you know, stop your show
You’ve been waiting too long to get through
I know few simpers simping for 3.8
Also few
in the clouds you can check it
Born with the checklist
Checking it off like elective
Best is the one who pree's the objective collective
I wouldn't
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
Gotta go, I'm glad you came
But tonight you will be so fun
Baby you're the one
Soon the new day breaks the dawn
Yeah, steppin' out, I got my best
out
No hand out but my hands full of racks now
In you not on you now you feeling like a cash cow
Do it for my mama got to make the OG proud
Think I met
worried 'bout that
I'd rather be loved by legends with careers that really last
Than accepted by some weirdo on YouTube with a podcast
Retired, now I'm
a bikini."
("Stand by...")
"Okay, alright, stop right there.
("Stand by...")
Where do you
Conceal the gun in a bikini?"
("Stand by...")
But what do you
When cpril met Mark, she was just 23
She had stars in her eyes - she was young and naive
Mark had a job and a college degree
He said don't worry,
the dreams that
they sold That's right, I copped it
Believe I see a profit like it was spoke by a prophet
Start up a project and look out for the prospect In
Close the door behind you, we about to have a Meeting
In my secret place, You know Demons bouta smell Defeat
Got the whole armor, and cements 3s on da
Yeah, I'll give the whips but leaving you out here by yourself
I'm keepin' it gangsta with all the tattoos and platinum mouth
I was the rapper you heard
out of space like Mercury, you jerking me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send niggas the message
I said this, "Let's play fair and we can stay
I 'member hitting three capers a day
Them niggas tried gang so I sprayed em away
Niggas be testing me saying they checking me
Real nigga pedigree
ROUGH:
When you got it like that
And your woman's running 'round with a baseball bat
HARD:
Try to play it cool when the girl's all know you're an out
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
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