Lyrics:
hope it pass sooner later cuz I need food clothes and rent
I thought I got high as ever but it was just a descent
I thought I get by better but I ain't
heights
I got the feeling I, could bust the ceiling out,
The stuff Iím dealing out is sure the real thing
Verse 2
I ainít got time to spend my days,
Daddy, daddy, please buy me a sweet
I know you got money
I want that big chocolate bunny
In my mother-fucking tummy
Come on daddy, buy me that
got is this feeling inside,
Yeah
When I wake up you're already in my head,
As the day rolls on I'm thinkin' about you song by song,
Oh, please sing
need a watch, cause I'm livin' by his timing
I don't live for money, for the fame, and all the lyin
I got all I need and I think that I'm alright, yeah,
with the clique
TYT
Got the 9 milli by the dick
I'm
Gonna pull the strap
Cock it back, and get to gunnin
If you ain't runnin' you get it first
Bitch
I
know what I mean? It's
called My Own Hell. Story about me, and Midwestside, and Hogstyle
Records, and people around me, and my wife, and stuff like
Like your Granddaddy was
Servant like a caddy does
I've always been bad at love
I'd rather do some ratchet stuff
Now a slight change in the mindset
I
All the time I done wasted all the time
Vampire bite, she get bit by the boy
I got guap in my pockets yea I'm rich than a whore
She wanna fuck with
and think he pooping off
Pressed him all in private but in public got to popping off
Caught him by surprise like shit was up and I was quite appalled
He
can't hide
It's a mug Crunchy got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch I
green earth
Be my reefer, got to keep smokin' that thing
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I said now baby, baby let me smoke it smoke it
I've been told from young that I got the shit to stay
Nobody around me wouldn't fucking hand me shit my way
So when you tellin me I've jumped ship
.30 by my side, it might leave where you stand (yeah)
I ain't got no friends, I'm too focused on the bands
I ain't got no friends (yeah yeah), I
something to attend to
I go by SH4YZ I'm a lyrical G
Got more bars than Liverpool Street
I'm taking the piss on all Difficulties
Normal hard or I play
Oh I, I'm doing just swell
I'm doing well, I'm doing fine
Be by myself
Be by myself
Be by myself
Be by myself
I got to, I got to
Be by myself
Be by
the closet, that's my stuff
If I bought it, please don't touch
Keep talkin' that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time?
And it's
though (scared though)
And I pull her wig on the back bow (back bow)
And I got the stick by the back door (hey)
And I'm 'bout to stuff it through her
spinning but I'm still stuck on my pivot
I had a long ass night and a long ass Flight so I got to make sure I ain't Dizzy
We pushing Pounds so go fuck with
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
honestly it ain't too appealin'
When I say change
I'm talkin' bout change for the money
A sell out
A prostitute for the cash bailout
Lames got the banks
understand
That one rapper stepped and left
And then ya bend him
That shit ain't right but peep game
These brothers got somethin' to
Prove so I'ma exchange
contact
Can't see each other
Friends with benefits
Booty pics
It's one or another
The photos you send to me be sent to anyone else
And my stuff always
when I look up and think of what's next
Get emotional and that's when become a mess
Think about stuff like if I got into a wreck
Maybe they would all
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