Lyrics:
we do? Throw spears?
One thing I learned in my
Life is y'all hoes weird
Old lady want her money
Back, I'm like, "No, dear"
Huh, matter fact, I'm like,
Grrah hunnid bands can't change me
Too real, see through the envy
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
She want the Louis Vuitton or the Fendi
Big gun, hit him
I try to put it back together
All the pieces one by one
A sequence of holes in the dark
I completely lost it and scratched the bark
A peaceful way
side to East side, we ride
No top, gettin' dome, gettin' blown while I breeze by
Watch look like I'm tryna freeze time
Drippin' water like I deep-sea
of her mind
Gold digging hoes digging holes in a nigga's soul
Pretending like I didn't notice getting old
On my Instagram straight flexing
Half nigga,
was ten walkin through high water
Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba
I'm like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha"
[Chorus: x4]
me miss, I don't want to take up your time
And this ain't none of that kitty game, with the same old pick up line
I'ma get straight to the point, you
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
moves on
And believe me, that ain't no way to live.
And this barely gettin' by is really gettin' old
And it's hard to turn a wrench on a rusty bolt
too
With the tallest member of the Goldie lookin' crew
Watch out, if he's there when you're pissed
He learnt his science from the man, Oliver Twist
in your maze of wisdom
Shake-up, make-up, fake-up
Think you need some healing
No ambition
Same old wrong millennium scorn
Maze of wisdom
Bland
and a hole in your sock
The lock's kicked off and there's piss on the floor
That's what your sense of humour's for
Funny old world ha ha peculiar
Everybody
were getting into?
In too deep without the re do
Not a god of the word
But any old hack can understand the message
If you disagree
Question mark
all dipped
Chrome four-fiddith, no bullets no clip
Black electric tape over the hole in the handle
If you hold it right and hit 'em with it they
skin.
They pop like bombs in a Tupperware bowl
And are multiplied each by ten.
Swelling his quiddity up until
He feels like his old beanbag self again
teams plottin'
To stop him
Making mad dough like Pablo
>From sellin' mad blow
So the same old niggas that rode and strolled wit' him
But he
get a likkle fuckin' Satanic
He tried to back it with a lil' grey matic
So I had to get the clash out the hole in the mattress
And pay some dodgy
Chorus
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
I know I'm not
all obstacles
Move forward non-stop
Learn from mistakes and move on from them
Too oftenly
A lot of peeps
Have went on defeated
Never getting back up
celebrating too
'Cause somebody gave me an E
Why would I break it in two?
I don't do things by halves
A whole E is as holy as I get
Take care of you
Someone found a letter you wrote me on the radio
And it told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
for the taking (For the taking)
Ok now cool dawg (Yeah)
Your shit is too soft (Yeah)
I know that all these niggas wanna get all on (Ait look)
Ok i
old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
Woah
Oh, I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered too
If by chance
the sea
And she a old girl me? I'm about my
Paper first and foremost
They all said that I was ugly
So I was getting money way before hoes, G
H-E double T-O
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