Lyrics:
Fuck school, stole the scales out of chemistry class (style)
And made it all come back like memory lapse (yeah)
I'm in that matte black 'Lac, strap
the other day trooper got sent back
What type of life do you lead?
Tell me
'Cause you can be anything you want to be
Some will strive for the good
I Pools to do is loop the beat again
I came back strong Adrien Peterson
They wanted to smoke dust so I brought them leaders in
See you
[E.D.I Amin]
I speak
For all my n****z livin` in the rush
Slow it down just a notch baby
It`s goin` be alright, it`s goin` be alright
[2Pac +
right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there from back in
go by the name of Muze Sikk
MF
Hashtag MuzeSikkEveryDay
Every
Haha
Time I step to the microphone
Give it everything I had
Then I come back tomorrow MF
nights, we was high
Sunroof, Pulled back
Stars out getting good neck
Red eyes, new clothes, Same plans, new goals
Fools chase the same ol' hoes
Stuck in
comin
Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out
How many of why'all want to go for yours I keep my dogs in the crackhouse
head in with my Louisville Slugger
I knew this motherfucker named Louie
Every day the nigga talked shit, but today he tried to do me
He rolled down
Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain, all my
Folks that hang with
[E-40]
I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin this kinda street
1, 2, 3, Uh
Blah Uno, here to put suckers in the mix
The musical's fixed for me
To bust wild dicks, so yeah
Busting off nuts in the chicks-to-sluts
the summertime, Freaknick (C'mon)
Back and forth to the ball game, Hen in the cup (Ah)
Through the years niggas all changed, livin' it up
Takin's steps to the next
Best be playing my shit
I get the reload now
When im up in the mix
She know what it is
She wanna sip yac with a real one
Wanna chill back wit a real
gauge
So back up, don't play me close
Most boast to be the best, but you can't, and will never
ever in your life, come close to a mic, assassinator
I'm
little call
One little thing
One little day
But I remain in faith
One missed text
One diss track
Won't hit that
Testing testing my name
One little call
One
glossy
I still remember those days when you’d loosen up my draw strings
Sometimes I wish I could go back even though it was exhausting
You were always
you sit right next to me
by the sunset you said forever
I remember The first Date at Disneyland
Feel my pulse in your hands
You are my neverland
Back
tongue out of my mouth one day when the blood in my beard hit the dirt by the blazers. Would have said 'curb it' like any nervous habit 'til maverick told
grade, back in days
Had no money in the bank, so I had to scrape crumbs
Nowadays, I'm getting baked, got bread, got funds
Seen 'em eyeing me with hate, I
listen
To what we say because this type of shit happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
Gave myself a (stretch up), a mornin' yawn
foreign type
My opp just tried to mess with me but hit the floor and died
One tap, two tap
You can't get your girl back
She be in my Maybach
Slide, it's
Rollin', pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling
slummy like your homie
Deadbeat all my life and that's all I ever will be
I'm a Rankin County prodigee
Got Trashy in my veins
You can type the philosophy
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