Lyrics:
the door
Ain't no question no one fucking with Doe
Kept it a buck while they missing some dough
Time ain't wasting when I'm chasing the goal
Intention
Oops Oops
We shootin niggas like hoops
I'm in the field like a troop and these niggas they fruity no loops
I'm fuckin these hoes by the two and these
charging eight bucks
To go to hell it's straight up the stairs
I'm charging 8 bucks
To go to hell it's straight up the stairs to got to hell
Racist
Born in Trinidad, not Tobogo, land of steel pan and calypso
Cyop is a buck and a buck is a cyop
That's the real true thing and a natural fact
This
you
I'm ready now
So pop on by
I been textin' ya
Cell phone hip hop
Reply
session... This lesson
Outta' Teach ya to not let em, electoral Fools elect em
The popular vote should bless em This confession, i'm telling
It's too Late for
the donald did to get said cash flow
Bloomberg is better imo, tho
So so! Trump was in his buck get! I bet
He the one that needs vetting
I'm getting angry,
by no niggas eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
I'ma rip up tissue, homie I won't miss you
This'll be the day that ya dying
Nigga I'm
Why you all in my face, you
Ain't even in my circle dawg
You ain't even in the loop
I'ma wild out till I'm through
How 'bout it
How 'bout we hit
and revamp, itta never move us
Earn a fan, get a hand, but I'm still a loser
Wish I had the regular ambition of a working-class musician
Gotta bust they ass
''fine" and she spotted me four
I said, "one more?" got tossed out the door
Okay. Four bucks. Sixteen turns
More than enough to convince these nerds
I'm
the losers
Still that hood nigga that booze up and zoot up
But coz depth of my low was just too much
Looked up to God then I feel like I'm too up
Now I am
have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild
(";A loser!";)
I crack another brew, sit back and watch what niggaz do
Who threw that 2-you? I'm rollin the whole fuckin crew
One by one niggaz come
I wanna be the one that's catching all the luck
Sitting on a mountain of a million bucks
It's time I get a taste of the Hollywood life
Sleeping
the Bottega
Me and my niggas goin' major, we uppity-up!
We uppity-up, I'm countin' my bucks, I'm runnin' my racks to the celin'
I don't know what I be feelin',
Our Daddy liked George Jones, Haggard and Buck Owens,
Momma liked the Eagles and The Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
When I was just a little kid, I
creatures dancing on the lawn
A Dinosaur Victrola
List'ning to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo
Lookin' out my back door
Tambourines and elephants
Are playing in
But it's still coming across like the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks, but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
the bridge and tunnel vision
I try to school these bucks but they don't wanna listen
That's the reason the system makin' its paper from the prison
And that's
the midst of it all
I got a soft spot for bitches with glasses
If you ask me
I am actively searching for assets
But distracted by South African Asses
Im
Shout out my ancestors cuz I was skipping lectures
So I could light the gas and listen to snare textures
Now I'm on the way to the section
I just touched
Shout out my ancestors cuz I was skipping lectures
So I could light the gas and listen to snare textures
Now I'm on the way to the section
I just touched
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