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I love it when the lights off
Eating from same knives forks
From any mans dinner
See my antennas
You can't win
You can't stand the crunchy
ball ima ball ima ball
Whipping the pot with the fork
Young nigga just jumped off the porch
Coming real fast got the car with the torc
Fucking on lil
define cool I'm the epitome of heat
Since in the cradle been an OG
Put food on the table grab a fork time to eat
Biting off more than you can chew
The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone
for encouragement it was so-so
The ladies looked bad but the music was sad
No one took their eyes off Lorraine
She shimmered and she strolled like
a fork, you ate off my plate
Kaydoo and Pede
They some cold blooded killas
I'm giving you a warning now
I'm surrounded by 40s and 9s
Trap one way, set in
This is a life of extremes
Both sides are slippery and enticing
These are my places off the rails
And this, my loose recollection of a falling
pulling your toe.
A yellow forklift came to town
To move some knives and forks around
With aknick knack paddy wack
Wouldn't it be neat
If I had
The car pulls off, he hung onto the side
Of the car that is in motion, guess his product took a ride
He tried to sell a dime for a thirty
I lift my Walther outta the holster, as she sticks a fork in my shoulder
I sound off 2 rounds, sending her to the floor and
While the other patrons
Down on the Double E.
It's a new morning
Dawning on the green.
Bouncing off the towers,
The sun's heading down to the streets.
The business
morning
Breaking on the green.
Bouncing off the Towers,
The sun's heading for the street
The business meeting
Window shades are drawn.
Another
up off that fork that's that stove topping
I said bitch I need the world, that's that globe-trotting
Niggas where I'm from they ain't have no options
I
that I be geeking I'm a big dork
Know that I be eating got a big fork
Drop you off a baby like a big stork (UGH UGH UGH)
Bitch to loud when I hit her
UH,
give me the blues
I don't ride in limos and I can't play golf
I don't own a rifle that will blow your head off
But I'm closer to heaven than I've
a nigga
Top the bars I jot
Raw in a pot, we was often blocked
A hundred large in that Mason Martin box
Ah, take off your top when the Carbon pop
I'm OG
and illegal sporting clubs
In this town I call my home
You see, I come from a family who more
Or less traditionally sends its boys off to serve uncle Sam
I've seen the bottom
And I've been on top
But mostly I've lived in between
And where do you go
When you get to the end of
Your dream?
Off in
got shit to lose (uh-huh)
Just caught a drop off the block, nigga, this a chicken coop
I'm poppin' like coke, beat the dope with a fork (with a fork
gotta sing to
Where you gone be in 5 years
Hope it ain't no icu
Everybody wanna be "him"
Til you on trial to be you
Just trying shit
Get off the toilet
of giants
With a rusty, fork, but it won't work
All the politicians, well they suck
Can't get their money, grubby fingers off our stuff
But what's worse, is
going all in
Jumped off the porch when i was lil nigga
I Found out crime pays so i clocked in
On the way to get the money better hop in
I'll never let em
gay
The devil he hoisted her up on his back
And off to hell with her in a pack
Daddy be gay if you can be
He set her down at the fork in the road
I've seen the bottom
And I've been on top
But mostly I've lived in between
And where do you go
When you get to the end of
Your dream?
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