Lyrics:
down, I was hung down
Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things
And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
Now move a little closer baby
Don't stand in the road
There's such a lot of traffic about
You'll catch your death of cold
And as you can well
a drought like a fucking desert
Now I ball for the green like a Boston Celtic
I'm an old school gangsta like Willie Nelson
You an old school dike like Missy
yeah, little Donnie, how you doin' in school?"
I said "I'm 42, mommy!"
I give my arm, leg, leg, arm, head if that means my momma get better
Toughest
Bitch I'm all up in it come and get it
You could never get rid of it
Every bit of it in this motherfucker
Like I'm in the middle of little Italy
A lot
it's a lot of little yous
But they not original and they not identical
They just studied your flows and they watched your interviews
That's when hip hop
Nelson, Johnny Cash, De La Rocha all raw hardcore
Bowls of rice by the laptop where I cook with no crackpot
I traded in my blunts for the jackpot
Dang,
a void it's a lot of little yous
But they not original and they not identical
They just studied your flows and they watched your interviews
That's when hip
Bridge
Well a little can mean a lot to me
Simple doesn’t mean easy
A little can mean a lot to me
Simple doesn’t mean easy
A little can mean a lot to me
The atoms that are jiggling a
Lot in the hot thing
Shake the ones that are jiggling
Only a little bit, in the cold
Thing, so that the heat we say
Goes into
chemistry
But that don't mean a thing to me
In fact, I've been thinkin' it's a whole lot simpler than that
Every little thing that you do
Makes me want you
of y'all claim that you real, gon' show up fake
But that shit don't mean a thing
'Cause I'll still be on my grind
And stackin' all of this change
I got
you mean it, show it
And if you ever need it or want it, I got you, you know this
And if you ever home alone and need a little company, I'll swing
So much, so much, so much
Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,
a conversation with my laptop while I'm by myself
So this is gonna be, um how do you call it, a try?
Um, so here we go.
So I'm pretty sure we have a lot
a common thing
Where no hate has ever been
'Cause I won't let it in
By the warm purple flame
Every little grape calls my name
As it climbs on the fire
hedonism and pleasing things
Life's about you gettin' yours and bein' happy
Even if it means a divorce and switchin' families?
Your job, your house, your
beltin'
Solo staying burning more than Willie Nelson
They gon need a big favor
Prolly cuz they know I'm a risk-taker
Remember when I didn't even have
could pop the program
Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sentenced a lot
I feel some brothers is beginning to plot
It might have been
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
the Lones
I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise
I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
A week went by, and a nigga took that dry
Back
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
what the Lord had granted
Had me covered but I acted like that never happened
Blinded by the things that's visible to me
Bet you can't believe it took
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