Lyrics:
Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don't floss, if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores
of
Compilations heavy in rotation at the mall
Another Old Navy
A few less trees, I guess it's not wrong to want
Your own little piece of the American dream
the house, to them home-cooked meals
Joint American Express accounts and less dollar bills
Niggas still got their hands out, begging for a stack
Just like
a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die
thought I lost it
They be talking bullshit
I be talking more shit
They nauseous
Hold up
I'll be here forever
You know, I'm on my fall shit
And I
big boy in the big city
Shout out, five burroughs, the upper state, just ride with me
Now come drink on this bottle, and smoke out on this kush
Now
Lying next to you
How could I go wrong?
Lying in your state of glory
Sad to see you go, miss you, little ho
Sad to reach the end of story
a tragedy (Lord)
And you better have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady crying, 'cause she
chick doing ten in the bing
But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again
She started out fuckin dudes that resembled her father
Mom knew shoulda
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning
started to drink
School became boring and doing my homework became rollin' joints
Now I'm sixteen like my mama was when she had a little boy
Can't
get so quiet you can hear a motherfuckin' dog whistle when I walk by
Colt Seavers on a mule, stuntin' on that ass like the fuckin' Fall Guy
I don't
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
Sally was a waitress at the depot down on main
Blue eyed blonde, black skirt on, drove every boy insane
But Sally held out her heart for a love
You never changed your mind
But you were just afraid to mind out
But fuck it, I won't be changing the subject I love it
I'll make your little secret
and my chromosomes slept my songs,
They need a little bit less Patron.
And they holler the weirdo, when I walk in the spot,
The zeros pissed cause they
And see the succulent light from the little fires in his eyes
Pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted
Then it's twelve o'clock
Time, time, time to take a time out (time out)
Out of respect-a, I request-a
That we take a little time to siesta
Save the drama for your mama
well for myself
Couple trophies on the shelf
So what else could I want that I don't have yet?
Well, a little more cash and my own fast jet
So I can
a gamble
My life been in shamble
Double edge sword burnin' both sides of the candle
"But Cris, you can't handle the truth"
Don't want to face
And Paulie getting money so them
Bitches all on him
And his young boys riding
They ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key
of the bottle, more of the flight
Up in the clouds, livin' out of sight
Drink a little less, smoke a little more
Life ain't a mess, sunsets we adore
Whiskey in
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
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