Lyrics:
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
(Ooh)
Been got sauce with the acres, I live like a player, my niggas surrounded by gates
White neighbors on the side of me, know they not likin' me
Sometimes like a dream you come cut
From the same cloth
The light in your palm so white I feel it in my heart
Horse hoof imprint on the saddle
of space
Love smoking on the raw
Make it taste great
You can tell Im stoned
By a niggas gaze
Im an addict
Love blowing on different strains
Take a hit
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
up this Kush
Break down that swisher and roll up this Kush
Mi so high E.T. don't phone home he calls me
I just passed zone three, mind on warp speed
Tomorrow,
till I get rid of all my sorrows,
Please won’t you save me by tomorrow,
I’m bout to roll up,
Ofcourse I’m getting fucked up,
Homie I give no fucks,
there?
His hair is awfully gray
He cranked up the amp and he kicked the stomp box
And he started to play
I'm not too old to rock and roll
I have left
call my sons, just call me Sam
Recognize who I am boy, we ain't fam
This ain't the Sopranos, know I roll with the Rhythm Cubanos
And millions get
on stage
His hair is awfully grey
Then he cranked up the amp, kicked the stompbox
And he started to play
I'm not too old to rock and roll
I escaped
Demon babes they rock for me
Love my vibes
These movie scenes
TVs roll play static screens
I get so high
That I can't see
Get so vibed out
Mind
Popped a Percocet I take it by myself
Uh
Roll a wood then I face it by myself.
Uh
I said I face it
(Hold up)
My shit be day for day
I be puffing on this
rigged
For the Hangman's Jig
I'm running out of hate
And it's frustrating, 'cause the stockpile was pretty great
I want the priest sodomized
I want
the windows on the rooftops
Strangers call, they go to places where rock 'n' roll rocks
Embraces. Around the corners love is being born
White faces cry alone
man go get it, pause roll wit it
hood baby shit hood baby hood baby shit milli rock milli rock dont play wit dis
big bank roll you know how my niggas
unchy
My men in the back get to sliding for nun
These niggas be dancers not chasing da feat
Let it rock out guitar get to hearing the beat
How tf you opp
call
And he burn your sould
Like stop dropping roll
And I've be there, I've done that
Play it loud
Fall back motherfuckers get it off my could
Poof cush
back)
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do?
Yo
Hey yo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods
'cause the beat is def and now you're told
So prepare to work out a little rock and roll
Lace them shoes, tighten up that belt
And beware 'cause it's
All the many corpses begin to speak
What ignorance is cannot be
Argued over anymore it is too late for
Pleading white picket dreams
Print you off,
Barry Allen mixed with Harry Allen
My blood hot as volcanic rock formed of canary diamonds
To final Canary Isalnds
My rhymes inspired by environments
1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy
[Chorus]
I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's living
Youngin', been about the money
These niggas know 'bout the youngins, these niggas know that I run it
This nigga call me on the phone
And I ain't
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