Lyrics:
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
know your pain just hold on
Just sing this song
I can do bad on my own and good by myself
I never needed no help
I needed you niggas, you wasn't
settin up to get me better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I
payed my bail
Sometimes I just want to kill myself
Take me away from my family, friends, and everyone else
All the stress and all the pain
It's got me
nobody left to vent to
So can you help me out
Became a prisoner to my pain somebody bail me out
What Can they tell me now
I done been crossed so many times
can't make Your bail now you stuck in the county another six Months in a cell
So what you gone do homie what you gone do no Matter what you do you got
on
Too much to bail, too much to bail out
Captain, captain!
Please save me, save me!
The neatest _ire up for hire
And the drunken liars make me want
I asked him he wanted me to hustle up his bail, but he said "no"
He just didn't give a damn anymore
Six in the morning, police at my door
Six in
plate
Bill him what, half of that he have it late
His best friend by the yellow crates
Suicide, tears tryna hesitate
Only seventeen, damn, seventeen
like 'em untamed, don't tell me hide pain
Tolerance, bottoms up when it's champagne
My life, call my homie, then we hit Spain
Hit Ibiza with the bail
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
command that these stones be made bread"
But he answered and said
"It is written, man shall not live by bread alone
But by every word that proceedeth
a whole lot of pain
Wonder what yo granny thinking, that's a whole lot of shame
Cupid playin' too, he got a whole lot of aim
I got money in the bank, could
le passé
Dans ma tête trop de pain cycle qui se répète je crois que chui cassé
Tête cette graine qui s'amuse qui fais que s'embrasée
Tête ces names
I done brung niggas shopping, brung niggas touring
Those with high bails came home by the morning
Kept niggas with Nike's on niggas lights on
Not
do
Need the prestige
Might pull a couple magic tricks
Might bail no pun tho
Might bail like we living on the run bro
Arms flexed like welcome
Mud in my toes
Don't know how I ended up in this hole
Let the ocean set us free
May the rain drown me to see
Clouds please come by
Don't let my
Can't be yo brother if yo pussy ass tell on him
I told them bitches they ain't got shit on me let me go or I'll drop bail on em
Three weeks later got
Struck down, getting crushed by the city
Look around , it's the needy and the greedy
Who's gonna help me out
Who's gonna help me out
Who's gonna help
bed
Popping pain meds
Asking myself
When will it end
Find myself
Surrounded by dead friends
I got a prophecy to complete
Looking in the mirror what
Oh
Bails out our heartbeats
We sprinkle reason and truth
And bad goes away
Word is in out mouths
It stops the bangs from the fist
Freezing loads
he took the case
Skip
I told my mama secrets by the fireplace
I really feel pain, I need a Bentley Coupe
Talk to me
I remember in the county, while I
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