Lyrics:
to stop giving people my trust
Man only reason I still got snapchat is for da plug
I ain't slept in one whole week I'm working out the mud
Money bags by my
Chorus:
Hey Yeah Nananana
Verse 1:
Working all day in a 5 foot prison
Pulling in less that a peasant’s wage
Days goin’ by like thick
helpin’ me unwind
Movie I’m living in gettin’ heavy that run time
Been running for too long
Record been skippin’ for 20 minutes
No new songs
Led us in
feelin' like I'm in paradise, yeah
Bonita ladies drinkin' colada with ice
Exotic women
Bomb weather and flights
Man
Shit the flow so nice
Cuz it's 1, 2, 3,
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
can't even lie, to this day still I miss her
We was on Scottsdale Inn by Jay's
Used to go to sleep in the pussy on an air mat
André Harris talked bad
by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was
and playing
I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in
And go through the river of life, I stay floating
Live a hundred twenty degrees without
(IVORY)
I'm in space, man, I'm faded out my mind
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch
But I still can't tell time swear to God
I see demons every time
Shorty called in by phone
Said the rent and the bills due
What am I gonna do? I must abide, deliver
Give me about a week or two
Tryna' get this paper
soil tae me
Cut oor way through the mire
And on tae victory
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Twenty miles a day on foot
A hard
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
setter, who been better than I
Comin' through in the slim leathers that's followed by the fives
Me and my niggas call the coupe, Jekyl and Hyde
'Cause
boom
AT motherfucker
Tell your man be brave when the enemy comes
Turned your paradise into a sniper kill zone
Two shots in the market place they all
she would have to face
She didn't have no time to waste, she had a man to raise
No man to chase, sick of living in this blasted place
No time to sit
suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my
crashing through
So I must give in to you
You never put on the breaks
Waving banner on sky
Like a storm by my side
You unrestrained child
It`s been so many
of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by nature, database maker
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Testes, crew
man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...
So many babylonauts livin' in a money age
Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold
Channel
?Have you read the paper?"
Said the man in the overcoat
"Girl of twenty-one just hung herself
Isn't it a shame?"
After all the words have made me
setter, who been better than I
Comin' through in the slim leathers that's followed by the fives
Me and my niggas call the coupe, Jekyl and Hyde
'Cause
made me into this man, gotta represent who I am
They say right before you day you get the irry feeling of peace
Then walk into the light
My soul
I did
5-0 gone clock me, but I ain’t no bitch
20 to life that’s how I’m gone live
I’m feeling way too alive
Foot on the gas
Never gone stop
(Nah)
Empire done in twenty four hours
Man get the lights on
Get the lights off
Doesn't really matter mane
Get it in the salt
If it don't matter
I guess it
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