Lyrics:
the window sits uncle Fred
Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
And Freckles my sister as she passed away sir
Sometimes in my dreams I
homie we don't try
Homie we gettin' rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Usual suspect, when the work hit the dock
The gun jerk first, and then it pop
addicted to money like two fingers tapping on wherever there's a vein,
And believe me, yeah were proud, coz life is getting sicker by the day and therefore
mind
Here's another hot one
D'Von
Soon as you walked in you caught my eye
You too beautiful to not be mine
I walked up to you and I said hi
Your best
come here, no, not this year
They're growin in fear, I'm very sincere
I will jerk tears operator pushin the data
I'm talkin bout info and check it
You're
straps, niggas know Fred's feeding them kids
I got a message for them kids
If you hit the trap make sure you're whipping
And you're stretching on them
to pations
And i'm pouring sirup like pations
Get the Gas bag from Jamaica
Get the Gas bag by the akers
Yo we got a whole lotta flavors
Aye pull up how ever
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
I bumped into friend of mine in the council line back in spring time
She said “I didn’t think I’d see you here
Didn’t I hear you were hitting the big
a jerk
I thought man all of this cause I
Was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
Til this girl walked by something
Said not
already said I'm hot
They savor, my fruit's of labor
My flow is sweeter
Than strawberries, oranges, and apricots
God dammit I raised the
Standards
(talking) hype here
Yeah hold up yeah
Let me start by sayin shout
Out to the greatness
And everybody here thank god that we made it
Cover your hands
I love the life I live
I said I live the life I love
Right
I said I love the life I live
Yeah, ain't no other soul gonna stop me
Nah, I said I live
Only the wise excel.
Once said by my born-in-hell.
Only the lonely die slowly.
Left all alone try to control me.
Easy does it never ask how was it.
right
Catch em at the light he'll be gone by tonight
I don't need you niggas she goin hold my pipe
Way that ass shaped take her home my type
Pretty ass
Ha ha ha ha, yeah yeah
Jam on it (yeah, yeah, we know, we know)
Huh
(Yeah, Cozmo, you gonna rock it, right?)
(You gonna do it down, right?)
Ha
the bionic man
I stood there shakin my head, I had a flashback
Bout what happened uptown by the traintracks
Jim came over and he said to me fred
I got a real
a stupid-ass jerk
He hopped out his car and walked to the back
Then I drew down with my gat, I said, "Punk, this a jack
Empty your pockets and drop your keys"
been on the edge shawty ask how I do this
Ask myself the same thing girl I’m clueless
Yeah, I know you see it that I’m marked by the dead
Aye, You can’t
and 31st
Turned a corner
Stood right there when I saw a neon glow
No persons under 21 years of age
Said the sign that was posted on a weathered wooden door
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
act the same way
By the time that I get that old
I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind
pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires,
everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid,
right. Well, they
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