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Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
by this foolishness
30 years old man still want nothing do with this
Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
And a freak he could take
still to repair
(We workin' on it)
Did it all with love, God, and Jesus (amen)
World in his palms, Akeem still needed Lisa (he needed her)
I hope he
listenin' to my tunes
And how he liked her finger nail polish
I say, hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off
call me the chiropractor
Working like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya
And of course I've been the boss since back when
Rocking D Boy, Fila velour
and passed 6 they intercepted 2
He said he wanted beef now he a vegetable
At Ms. Elaines learned tattle telling aint acceptable
Niggas perp but it aint what it
listenin' to my tunes
And how he liked her finger nail polish
I say, hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo' but I'm off
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
now, I learned enough for a song
Still got some friends, but most of 'em gone
Overdoses or killed by a gun
Breaking into houses, life on the run
Did
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
chasing green. My neighbors still don't love me and I still don't give a fuck. Put it on a big bag big dog big house this ain't gospel rap but I thank
Did you, feel me and sisters tears when we prayed over you
You free now, no more pain no more chains
Is grandpa with you? Does he know your name?
Wanna
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
guts, call me gutter, I'm the bread and butter
Punk motherfuckers, I'll cut up, working from the gut up
Brand new steady, heavy as a Chevy
Ready for
instead of dreaming
Murking instead of working
They locking them in them prisons
But really them youngins is hurting
You abandoned me
Love don't live here
And working with us I would never leave, keep building these random memories
Good, we're almost there that's this part
I knew the beginning was the hardest
guided by my barroom appetites
So if this world belongs to everybody else
Just leave me St. Augustine at night
The Lord must really love us common
a job, I'll fill you as well
Just change your focus
Still keep working
You just gotta be a boss by yourself
Stand up, twirl down
Turn up your sound
Nicko: He was, 'cause he fucked me up by tryin to tell me...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If he'd of come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Google me baby, you crazy
'89 in London pull the Benz up
Type it in, Google's your friend bruh
14-year drug dealer and still counting
Who deserves
See him starting with nothing, working hard all of his life
Don't take it for granted, say grandfather's emigrant eyes
Now he rocks and stares out
Play me some pimpin', man, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still
He can't stand still
Whilst he looks at me
You try too hard
No one cares
How your face looks
That was a solid high five
For a guy
With wet palms
He
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