Lyrics:
I'ma spend it
I don't need new clothes just property with tenants
And I don't know no jokes, and I'm not about no play
Love for all my folks who poor in
my new resolution is to be
someone who does not take everything so seriously
I want to laugh and joke and have a smoke
and have a good time
and join
breathe
I feel I'm going nowhere fast
I ask myself how long this is gonna last
So I go day by day
And it feels the same way
Laugh at all the jokes
people are ugly
Corrupted by money
Drowning in a bottle of bubbly
It's because of me that your
Army retreats in disgrace
Your people love you but not
on earth
Holy smokes
You kids and your jokes
Asking where we got our jeans
And where the hell we found our coats
'Cause dirty streets these days are
Tell me, did you practice what you said to me?
Was never there when I was supposed to be
Is that supposed to be some kind of joke to me?
Leave
on earth
Holy smokes
You kids and your jokes
Asking where we got our jeans
And where the hell we found our coats
'Cause dirty streets these days are
VERSE:
Anytime that i make a flip,
It’s racks, not quid,
What do you take me for some kid?
Brudda don’t make me laugh,
First pack that i dot was 4
a joke
Best type of sign is when you feel it in yo gut
Tired of the lies bout to go and tear the city up
Not matter what they say
They bout to fuck it up
Smoke so good got your bitch bouta faint
Da gas ain't dank If you still up standing
White powder lines in the hills like cali
Your chick so white she look
My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes
My dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts
My sons of whores (no, no, no, no not tonight) spend their lives
we have one of those dog race announcers
Doin' that thing they do
Here comes dog number, up by a nose, headed for finish the line
You know all that
Your jokes are never amusing.
You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing.
We could fall below and never make a sound.
The truth is frightening now.
When the rain is pouring down
And there's storm winds in the air
You've got a headache from outer space
And there's trouble everywhere
Your mood is
no, it ain't a motherfucking joke
Bitch, it's all me
Unlike some of them hittas that I see
Some of them hittas is mad at the hitta I be
Hittas wants
outrapping me genius is tragedy
Don’t interrupt cause my mind is corrupted by money and liquor that bottle erupted
I wake up I’m numb be like this forever
of our greed.
This the age of greed.
This the age of greed.
Heroes enslaved by the coward.
An inch forward or a mile backward?
Caring is a corpse. Cold
grabbed me by the arms
Pulled me back on the couch
Got that feeling like, "Leave nigga
You need to get out!"
While I think, another drink
Even hit some weed
me sitting pretty in the presence of my enemies
This is not a joke I tell em this is not a fantasy
If I'm talkin bold it's cuz I know who representing
Such a mystery
The sky pulled by the wind
Encounters the sea
Such a crazy world
The truth is a soft joke
All stays below
And I'm waiting here
I don't
wanna stop and stare
I told her babe I ain't tryna stop this year
I dunno them man there
My team come tru with the di skengman dere
You was in
Greed and money Money and greed is the seed
That breeds robberies and all those evil thangs
That that people will do to get it it's hell tryna live
every dimension
Protecting the world by blunt intervention
We live to kil and kill to live
The principle is always take never give
When cash in hand is
I got is nowhere near reality unconscious
If you said my life was fallacy I'd listen close
And challenge what I know
Explains the drama that's
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