Lyrics:
it behind cuz I've lost all my hope
But that can't be true cuz this album my fourth
I won't give up I won't walk out that door
I'm never content, I'm
earn my trust
Stop trippin you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smoothe ride
Hit the block for ya homies hollarin two time
And i ain't thinkin bout ya
and getting harassed by the cops
21 they kicked the door to my spot
21 I seen my dog in a box
23 now and I seen me a lot
I'm tryna buy a mansion for my momma
If
will never do
On a midtown bus at 5pm
He and she begin to fight again
Knees buckle under and heads are tossed
As the bus hit brakes and the words heat
tryna hit my carbs I need a hearty plate
Harley Quinn's with lots of blades
The hottest babes, jacuzzi albums recording and dropping tapes
I'm like
Haa
Haa
Mobster
1, 2, 3, 4
Trappin' through that back door
5, 6, 7, 8
Young nigga forever paid
9, 10, 11, 12
Middle finger to the jakes
Young nigga
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
Broke up on impact, I swam from the wreckage
Oil on the water, oceans of fire
Township necklace, sink or swim now
Big waves, I hit 'em like "Ow!"
forcing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H2
sentenced to the state or the feds,
To all the does who was givin' they bows
After talkin' to the door while they homeboys told
[Chorus: x2]
Listen
PJ Pipe It Up Cuz
Told that shawty she can't touch but she can't look
Pack your donny, know this nigga don't play by the book
I been out years,
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
you home (take your home)
Yo Sip a lil' Henn and I'm good to go
Girls and good fellas, so remarkable
When crock hits tho I'm out da door
So, get your
Without even dealing
I'm making a killing
While making them checks (yuh)
One, two, many three times imma hit the top (top)
One, two, many three times you
turns around two AM
As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
[Chorus:]- Okay, you wanna play
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
trip up and fall (feel like a king high)
Sippin' on red (up to the moon), two choppers (where they at?)
Sittin' by the bed
I'm full of the meds (you
sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
is this the truth?
this is what we do, sip a brew
wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
I got a hit or two left in the bong
Get me a lighter and write me a song
Crushing sativa I'm hoping it's strong
I roll up a backwood and make sure
twice in the same place
Lightnin'
Then why are you back here staring me in my face
The moral to this story is
Don't be blinded by the passion in his
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
up and making it pop
Niggas invest like stocks, yeah
Cause I'm underrated with a rated R drop
Cause I drop two albums and an EP, it don't flop yeah
Say
of sight
Oh man, plane taking off in about 5
Check the watch 15 'til 2
Now we feeling high
Nothing to do
We fool around 'til we hit noon
Damn girl, you
did rap
I was styling on you niggaz
Now I dont know the reason
I been waiting for forever
To drop the first album
I was dying for the cheddar
You wont
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