Lyrics:
how I slide on this beat
I took my time to learn this
Im so proud me
I dropped out
I have no degree
But still I turn up in this bitch
You feeling
the fuck's goin' on here, just a minute now, hold up
Sinister wit hit the time I diminish him finish him, roll up
When I'm, in a, cinematography state
Corvette
Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
Well, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a Washburn stretched
to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta s***
Now Blood walk to this, now Crip walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta
Hold On George Barrett and Nazneen Rahman
Verse 1
Another disappointment to hide
Another month, not by your side
But the thought of you picks me up
just hit up the gang
Scoop them one by one the doors swing
Only speak real not fake
I wish I could say I had a Wraith
My drip my wave so great like
Only told Three niggas bout what happened in november
And everybody knows why i fucking hate september
Man i swear its like the sweetest shit i
baby
You a little forty-eight baby
Got a little candy in her pocket
She gon' take off like a
You already know (know, know, know, know)
Dirtied up
You talkin' 'bout fiction, hold up pardon my back
I'm talkin' 'bout life and all I hear is
"Oh yeah he keeps talkin' 'bout crack"
I ain't talkin'
One, two, three, four!
When I was young thought I wanted to do everything
Now I've grown up and I don't like anything
It seems like everyone around
That's wild
That's wild
Alright
Here we go again
Bet you've never met a guy like me
I can count all the way up to three
One two three, can't you see?
That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is
3rd verse
Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't no parties in LA
Without
you she don't smoke
She right here rolling up (we)
She suck me off before we left
She ain't hold me up (no cap)
Since I already came, you can't go with
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
Societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang ain't what it look like, man
And don't judge every book by it's cover, ya dig?
Hold up
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep
Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
a facet it's rinse and repeat
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hold up real quick
This shit legit
We just getting lit
Listen mother fuckers don't know nothing
I've been
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At three a.m.
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink
At 3
a cage and I'm writing my plea
That I'm too scared to voice to a certain degree
It's no wonder not a single soul really knows me
Looks can be deceiving
father, I'm your
I'm a big time nigga, not a bitch-flyin' nigga
Zip tie, nigga, don't try, nigga
Low patience, no fakin', I slip by, nigga
Get up in her
tell by the taste
I hold them records, my niggas keep blowin' that smoke in my section
Your parents might hope you don't go this direction
Got hella
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