Lyrics:
he'll be gone for 26 months fed time
I try to maintain through all this
And pray to god pop keep the same clean date and 4 dicks
My pockets flat kid
You
Livin' the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false
this one for, ya feel me? (I wouldn't be here today)
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If
your despair
I wonder if the Lord still cares, for us niggas on welfare
And who cares if we survive
The only time they notice a nigga is when he's
YEAH, BUT I'LL JUST USE MY BROTHERS.
FREDDIE PULLS OUT HIS PHONE.
FREDDIE: WELL, IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, YOU KNOW MY DIGITS.
CARLY: HEY, YOU GOT A NEW
soul to the
Devil for thirty percent off
And to you emo kids who
Walk around pissed off
Step one: pull your panties down
And start to piss off
Step two:
Blowing big weed, I'm high like a skyscraper
LA nigga in a New York state of mind
When I rhyme verses like Cool J back in '85
I'm hot lava gold d's on my
Listenin' to the bullshit that pops into your mind
Now then let me remind
That this a fuckin' competition where your life's on the line
And if you ain't
the bass and that limelight glow
I know
(You thinking that this game is over)
Oh no
(The wait is over)
New York is back
Let me see your hands, wave 'em
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
I'm King Of My Rhyme
Doing this shit all the times
Champy and I together are sublime
Music is a job that I work full-time
Always on my mind even though
And things they didn't allow
And that's just so they just cool us down
And then I know they stole 'em down, uh
Do you beat your kids?
Do you read to your kids
Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
It's nose to the grindstone time, homes, your mind's blown
'Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryin' to get signed, up in
the past time
Smart kid grew up with a bad mind
Ran through the steps like a land mine
If you got the pack I don’t want a lead
But this lead will follow with
because I'm gifted
And this project is brilliant"
GQ: GQ: You were born
In Long Beach, California
But moved to New Orleans at age
5 when is the first
Time
weak
He get bagged by the jakes n speaks
Then wil'd out and even name some peeps
That shit will break your sleep
Ayo One, my phone times up
Keep on doin
it, I kicked your bucket for you, floor you
Got more guns if there's more of ya
War with the cops no prob
They shouldn't took the job
Blow holes
time? (Time)
Lookin' at my kids through the blinds (Blinds)
Confinement mind (Confinement)
How you feelin' when you face a dime? (Time)
The truth be
DON'T THINK I DON'T LOVE YOU
(Dallas Frazier)
« © '66 Blue Crest Music »
Your old cheatin' heart has finally caught you
A thousand times I told
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
What you wear or what's on your feet
Eat the foot long and when it
Kick you get six more feet
Yo, I twist the pure leaf
I just got in some new shit
Dawg
a slave that's alright with me
There's no limits when your minds this free
Riding the horse loving my flaws
Either times flying by or not moving at all
So I
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
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