Lyrics:
How you find
Can you tell me how to find
(Castro turn me up)
How you find someone who disappeared
I don't know that magic trick
Need a recover for
really trynna rep the shit
You must understand what I represent
Fiends in the street that don't get respect
Losing they grip making less and less
Skin
look losing to a washed rapper
Clout chasing mumble rapping dude you trending downward
One trick pony, replica
What else you got to offer
Nothing
tryin’ to conceive with you
But right now something makes me wanna be with you
You want a job done fast, you want a job done cheap
You want a job done
What's cheap love
In the face of a real one
All these other hoes lame
You the real one
Got out the streets
Just so I could finally
Get home to you
fine
And the only girl that you could take of mine
Is the one that I left way behind
And plus you're cheap, you're petty, your music is trash.
You
a picnic
Take a clip, bitch
Take a Twitpic,? of a big dick
Talkin' too slick, too quick, to a new bitch
Bitch'll teach a trick to a trick
Have a blue dick
instead of buying drugs loves cheap
Some of the people around me are evil I know this is true but still I’m confused wondering about you
I'm locked in my
waited too long, the magic is gone
Now I am free
I won't look back, won't turn around
Future is bright
Without you by my side
I've been drowning long in
(little whore)
(Little whore) (you're way too fucking short, get the fuck outta here)
Yeah, still feel like I'm losing, ay
Me and kin still feel like
you?
Cheap values, cheap!
Forever walking, where are you?
Are you dead or alive?
Where are you people, where are you?
Cheap values, cheap!
Where
stop us, and we aint pausing on it
Streets needed somebody, I put my body on it
Talks is cheap, these broke niggas go on and on and
Pick it all up, you
Trading you for bags of cheap weed
Fuck it, I'll be better by next week
Leaving no opinions behind me
You should know I don't take it lightly
Trading time
thangs out
Birdman stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail
Real nigga's do real thangs
You know we make bail
Trick, hit me on the cell
Know I gotta make
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
""Ayyo fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car new estate Na fuck it get the beef
sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So
Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for
Stuck
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
to the eye
The end situation could leave your ass dry
That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by
Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by
My man P put me
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
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