Lyrics:
It's late
Maybe three in the am
Man, I was so emerged in my work
I lost track of time
It wouldn't be the first time
Getting in late like this
My
You can't play with a boss, man you see the cross on my jeans, I'ma send you to heaven
I need to slow down, I wanna dirty the cup, I'll go 7-Eleven
jamba juice
For tha jelly and tha jam fam
Came up smoking on the jah
Back rolling woods
Balling through the stars
Keys like whip it man
Coming
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
nigga, I don't give a fuck
If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga
Stand up
You don't want to see the triggerman bust
Hit you and your mans
nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus 2]
You want to front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you want to go and try
Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood
It fell like broken glass
She said, "sometimes love slips away
By a man like that?
Do you wanna be told
By tools like that?
I'm never wrong, so tell me where
I'm never wrong, so tell me where
I'm never wrong,
what)
[E.S.G.]
See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when
and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks
Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock
Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran
Repping
nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good (yeah,
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Leave you placed by nothin', for bluffin',
An Indian man with a bright orange hat fixes his brim for it must have gone flat
His yellow vest seems to float flawlessly large as he’s met by
Brodie caught him
At a red light
Dummy took bro pole
And thats the reason that he dead right
Man these streets so cold
You gotta walk round with
a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
Yet
he getting money I know thats cap (Cap)
Scared by himself so he move in a pack
Cant roll with suckas man yall know that (Yall know)
Incredible hulk man
That old Turpentine Trail
Runs along the southern ridge
Passing by the piney wood
And swings down to Owl Creek Bridge
Where stood a man
Whose
fighting this abonment
Anyway I'm off that roll the wood man spark that
Momma she a hustla sun up to sundown
Wit no man she held it down
Unhappy and all
The condition of man is war
Of everyone against everyone
I build the walls that keep you safe
I toil to see your children grow
Unharmed by existence
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