Lyrics:
look at my money, like it's not mitunkne yeah yeah
Homie I come from the street, live my life by the rules
If I owe ya I'm gon' get ya, might be ten
somewhere by the beach
A thick one rolled
Burn it down & watch the problems cease
But not Ain't missin home
Cause the way
It remind you how many Niggas hoes
a rest smokin' trees
Away from that wicked disease
High fidelity rebellion, gimme a twenty million dollar sound fi kill
An send this tune on a mission
that's funny
Like you been invited to any
Of infinite numbers you're counting to 20
With all your mercenary work irregular as a leap year
Without me I
Ville, ridin' round dirty
I'll have her home by midnight, momma made me promise.
My gameboys in one hand, I can't see the screen
You fandom is weak if
Bird
Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch,
your hand as you took your last breath to your next step of your life
9: 20 pm, October 6th, what a horrible night with a horrible sight
The woman who
the club with a bad babe
She gon' give me head, I get her wet by the fireplace
Parents ain't home, you know I ain't leave a trace
I gon' eat her out good,
to suffocate these niggaz yo
Holla and let that bitch breathe one time
One time, one time, ay
Ay, see I was driving by the river on the west side of forever
all my fallen soldiers
Man, free my nigga Tooly right now
Another unlawful traffic stop murder by the hands of a bastard cop
They see the color of our
bring this, cause you might face the whole crew
Huh, and we'll be like 20 deep
So that's 20 muthafuckas comin straight from the streets
Nevertheless
do all this shit in my room by the way
I don't go to a studio haha
Niggas say I'm rapping like I'm losing my mind
But don't know I've been fucked up
started to learn
It's not always your fault when a bridge begins to burn
Look at me, equipped with confidence I need, I'm the man now
I know they're
you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep, it's always drama in the club
Now they heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell
hands on me
It never let me go
I’ve been haunted my whole life
By this twisted shadow
In my bed tucked in ready to sleep
Feeling cosy in my sheets (Yes)
Picked up the pack from my Sap, did my thing and came back
Did that shit a couple times, now my pockets is packed
So now I gotta check the burn, I hit up P
the volume on twenty
So it can't get in me
The lurking voice reminding what I'm ignoring
The reality outside this floor
I beat the thoughts from my brain
on them milk cartons, I might just leave you missin'[01:07.58]I'm kickin' niggas out like Jackie Chan, burn you like a tan[01:10.35]I got a couple choppas
other's skins
Even though she's crying
He thinks about men
His friend guesses what I'm up to
A telephone call is made
A life is torn up by the roots
Tea is
Lekasi lemakasi boo
Some ghetto girls you can cav by the gum chew
Yes miss the guest list is twenty of your friends
And plus two new school you could bump
the
Currency that I'm earning
Permanently stay determined to burn
Em' with every sermon
See my words be up where
The birds be verbally free
And undeterred
your gorgeous face
And then I'll sign in the corner with time and date
And we can go our own ways and just fly away
Good connection; burn it down
turned into a smash
Now I'm having wet dreams with me and lots of cash
Talk about adrenaline man I been living fast
For the last twenty years that explains
Forces, a Drac, you can't fuck with me
If you want it come see who can test to me
By myself, I don't got no dependency
Get you gone with a check it's
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