Lyrics:
the streets with the blue weed
Stop by my crew my homies
Ain't gonna do much just smoke weed
I can't live like this anymore so please have blunt now
Living
Steady being seen as monsters
I'm in the cop car
But steady riding with the robbers
I hold my dick tight
It leave a print up in my joggers
Call my
the way that he talking
You can tell my bitch bad by the way that she walkin
You can tell his mom a smoker by the way that she coughing
The rock and her
alright
Man i never a gave a fuck bout these hoes
Cus its alright
Heard your bitches gon be hating on my shit boi
But its alright
Don't give two fucks fam's
head leave u red if u blue
I ain't no blood but I fuck with the crew
Some of y'all niggas can't fuck with my crew
Get on the table RKO like randy
She
And you just like my side bitch
Can’t keep my dick out your mouth
Or my name off your tounge
Stop it
Stop it
Only bitch made niggas deal in gossip
UmmmHmmm
fuck with the TAC man
That's my collective
Fuck yo crew and your boujee perspective
You're ten steps prior to my attire
And my desires
Or what inspires
you know we slidin' we heavy steppin
Lost a lot of niggas that I love, they died by the weapons
Hop in the booth and see my spirit, I know it's
thru the snapchat
By all means get ya money sis
Start his 4th language by the time my son is 6
Yeah- a better version of me, that’s right
I got dreams
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
[Verse 1]
By the bends of Paradise River,
Longing for my childhood so tender,
Memories flow soft as the gentle stream,
In my mind, my youth dances in
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
problems
I spent all my gwop on expenses
I made no profit cah the trap weren't popping
Still see me do the 1 step
I ain't diddy popping
I really had 2 in
in one thou, rep the gang in the pen'
Shoot at the police, ain't coming back home
Down for my crew if they right or they're wrong
Get to that money,
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
Suga in ya mouth til you sour in the face
Check one two sprinkle suga on a bitch
Indiana Jones there's a line to ride this dick
Rapper constipated cause
friends
Never mix business with emotions
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman
One two, one two
You're listenin to the grand groovin sounds
Of the diabolical energetical B-I-Z
Emmezah-A-Rrrah-K
And this goes out to my DJ
for fame) especially
Been cautious since birth
Remain the same, since the day I came
(Fame) , will never change
Even though I live my life hellishly
songs
Just to cope
Going back to back
Cause she is my antidote
Sing songs live life I'm on the radio
These bitches goin fuck with me Cause I'm laying low
c'mon! A gram
By man, my plan's to expand
Try to jux and you hoods get catscans
Uhh, Banks
I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give 'em the word
I write rhymes like I come from the windy city
With my crew, I click like simply, stand midi with reality
Casually, I walk through these war games
you and me
I can't sleep at night I toss and turn and turn
Lookin' for ya' dreams of you by my side, I'm talking to ya
What's this
what's this
I
playing look at me now
Chillin with my crew
No worries
I got it on the lock
Pulling you all the way in the pool
Didn't matter on what you going to do
You
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