Lyrics:
Men I'm always on the rap like
This everyday but ain't no
Rap the match up is quick
And they never like that (Woo)
Ain't met a nigga who out rap me
the insecurities I thought that she ain't had none
So I opened up myself
Only to be dismantled
It wasnt all her fault
I surely played a role
I was out here chasing
out
But now I'm in the booth so I'm blessed now
Now now
Blessed now
Ky Da Eye baby I'm the best out
First one in and the last out
Walk up to a bitch
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
getting closer
Reading south of France by Casanova
The end is near I gotta call my shaufer
Your time is over
Searching for new ways to get exposure
Gotta
That biggie said that day
Birthdays were the worst day
Now we sip champagne
Cuz a nigga out here thirsty
Sicker than your average
By the time you pick up
a old school injun
Walking across the city
Im buying feathers by the dozens
Just to play the dozens
Telling injuns stare at me
They need to study (We
There's nothing so strange
As us taking these chances
I miss the way that your eyes
When you're sneaking glances
Halfway to Lexington
We'll fly by
said, some months go by still no conversation and I'm devastated
Something told me to pick up the phone, I hesitated
But time ain't waiting
Click,
you didn't intend it
But you opened up a wound and didn't bother to mend it
This was never a quest for the best version of yourself
You just wanted
(Uh huh)
I do my thing I play this game by the luck , came up
She do her thing she look at me like duh? Like what?
I puff my torso out I chuff like me?
up now Feeling good now CRT (crt)
I think we good now
Chances slim but I always Kept my thoughts bigger
From south PHX What u doing with Detroit niggas
forget ya, in my mind I gotta paint my picture
You was the realest nigga, Down South
One day we'll meet again, and I'll kick it with ya
[Hook]
I'm from the bottom I ain't have no advantage
It don't get no easier see my people up the road
A lil bit of time beat the box thats fa sho
I can't see
Talking down on MixedUp
Then you fucking with the wrong dude
My mind is on the edge
So you just might catch me in the wrong mood
Coming up I followed
and backstabbed by my brothers
Bitches barely had a life to live
Actin' like they somethin'
I had opened up myself to
Some people that I shouldn't
Said she would,
Tha' T!
I put my bid in bitch, long time ago
Last thing a nigga heard, Dash was moving the snow
Rolling over these fucking haters
Cuz they fuck up
of agreement
As they are taking her by her hair
They drag her through the city square
They are dragging her by her hair
She gave up the fight like a ?
from
The south they go talk regardless
Gotta let them run they mouth
My plan to make it I don't know
What they talking about by a certain
Group know that
off so fast
The sun roof was open , the music was high
And this girl's hand was steadily moving up my thigh
She had opened up three buttons on her
getting paid
Little by little I'll fuck up the game
We breathing kush just to fuck up the brain
We breathing kush just to fuck up the brain, yea
You know
bustin my flows
I try to tighten up
But dollar signs keep lightin up
In front of my face
And I can taste it so I'm on this paper chase
Waistin, my precious
With them we form all the words that help us name animals, fruits, crafts, tools and all the things we need to communicate.
Each word is made up
The rainbow must end
Our south facing windows will gaze
On a dazzling crystalline sea
Which I'll smooth like our sheets every morning
Then retrieve sunken
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