Lyrics:
folks ever came to pimpin'
Stealing, hustling food stamps for that '94 Caddy
How many days can I stretch this box of grits
Shit never quits I'm
on and I'm left stranded at the bar
I spend so many nights tempting fate with this guitar but I'm coming home
So pray for Tucson, pray for me
Pray these roads
I just liked a baby photo from about a year ago
My bad girl, you know I stalk you so?
Before I slide to the DMs
Can we get to a little talking
Why do
the stage so i can tell my own story
Growing up i had it all knew my parents very well
Both loved me and weren't disgusted by all these fairytales
That I
and such
That we apply to the Carnival
So check nuts!
I'm the jack of many trades, glued to the old days
Laughed at in the hallways, fucked them
of a faceless crime.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone,
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own.
Surrounded by so many and they're staring
to the black Madonna
If you throw me shade, I don't want no wahala
Can't get in my sleep like this gat the water
Each year eagles auto I don't drive Toyota
Then
Fought so many battles, I feel like I need a Purple Heart
Who could light an opportunity up in the dark
Blindfolded, momma told me ima make it far
So
Nigga I wasn't on the ballet for all 4 years, in my high school career
When in reality I swear I'm looking better than all of my peers
Nah I'm
this year
Wit my bredern dry-tear, my cousin wit no fear
So who - want to come tess Top Dawg
They dig you out the ditch and then they take you
It's 2 a.m. in Louisville
All the kids are double tapping pics shot on a Fuji Film
Hating on me, yes I'm sure he will
Ask how many tracks he has with
it'd be less
I'm just worried about giving the city sound
It's so many options I'm weighing
They turning featherweight or straw hoe
I go pound for pound
pane I remain
Blowing trees stronger than a hurricane
Stable as some old knees walking round with a cane
Doing so many things ya never did
Sonic when it
So, the thing about infatuation as I understand it
Is it can be replaced by another
Like, you're infatuated with this guy or gal
And then, somebody
like you know me
You went to my old school
You just know the old me
Been a couple years now
I been by my lonely
Going through the motions
Ballin'
the Buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
give you nothing less homie (I would give you nothing less)
Man y'all gone listen to this shit, too many years that he done spent (huh)
Sitting idle,
it's too late to save your soul
You ain't got many years to go just how soon your garden grows
You think your cool cause you're dipping out of school
But
sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years
doing what I approve
Influenced by Eminem that's why I'm straight rappin'
Influenced by many man that I should get it snappin', make it happen
Everybody
me is to relate. I chuck at the fickle fucks till they fuck me up
For years I wait
So many peers I reach but I stay limited
And then we lit candle in
be one man mopol I'm all by myself
When I get credit alert the
Cash is paid by self
Hustler l'omo mo le fi ese sa de mile twelve
I'm so ghetto any day
one that came from Earl Nightingale many, many years ago. In fact, he joined it around 1951, he passed away in 1989 and he never changed a word of his
wassup
Shawty I know you been hurt but I won't ever do it I'm telling you trust me
I need you right by my side I don't care bout these bitches that just
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