Lyrics:
talked how to
Stay to himself, quiet as kept
With a coldness in his eyes that will scare you to death
I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave
Living every day like this a paradise
People wanna talk but they be telling lies
Shit got dark they caught him by surprise
Hit me up and asked me
the money for the uber
No tic for tac push up foot by foot like some rulers
Stalking on the gram tryna get the drop on the shooter
They look up to that man
I'm feeling good behind the wheel
I know it won't be too long
Two foots racing and the man made blues
I feel the magic of the man and the ghost
and suspension was an always
By the time high school it was the hallways
Them was the wish I had a car days
'cause all the stewards that was
Trapping they was all
Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the desert to be tempted by the devil
After fasting for forty days and forty nights, he was hungry
The tempter
to my early days
When I am still my friend
When I am not stained
In the mirror, a ghostly stare,
Worth less than the weightless air,
Eclipsed by others'
niggas
A couple real dons, why would I need twenty niggas?
These days ten niggas is way too many niggas
Anyway, let's forget them any niggas
I was in
his stories, about how he was raised
As a boy in the hood--from local gangs he escaped
A secret route he took home, on those dangerous days
And how
holdin it in/ Then in getting back to this money
Hustlin keepin it funky
Chorus 2x’s
In and outta state
Movin work by the weight
Just to keep my family
autobahn inertia dance
And curb them herped love bugs by the cursed final curtain clamp
Another savior with his foot cold stuck in his mouth
I play that
Twenty-three years inside this vessel
How time passes by, man, I'm so forgetful
The time I've been alive, has been something special
In every single
10 20
Line em up, shoot em down
Line the trucks, move in now
If the money grows like grass, they will come and mow the lawn
Wake up to reality my nigga
I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
With my top back
Look im coming from a dark place that had me feeling pushing pebbles
I was moving with the rebels and the devils
Man i was hungry every day man it
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
my ear, in my ears
And twenty-four years
I'd drive to the seaside for a coconut kiss
And a place to hide, and so I'm reminded
Of a man who was blind
paradise[01:47.07]Huh[01:48.28]Younger days[01:49.21]Wasn't living in a paradise[01:50.58]Used to scrap it out[01:51.55]And now I rap about[01:52.50]Them savage nights[01:53.31]Praying
call her "Too Tall"
She's got shoulders and a hind end four foot wide
Going to college on a full ride
Doris Tidwell's gonna play in the NC-double-A
I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
With my top back
on the sofa, nigga)
Most days I wanna lay, I wanna lay
I wanna lay on the sofa
There's such a thin line between
Finding yourself and being in between dreams
My whistle under the archways
Still echoes down the street
All the way back to Deptford days
And nights down by The Creek
Notes as big as river
channelin coke
Through urban portholes
You livin like mere mortals
Your block's foreclosed
We forty deep on in the street
And fuckin your hoes
Seen your man
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