Lyrics:
HOOK
I just looked for love but cant seem to find the answer
I just need a gun And they said i need a pastor
Body nearly froze they diagnosed my
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer
life chapter
I want to be a professional rapper, no big head, keep it humble like a Jedi master
I want to be a professional rapper, teaching through
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
i coulda got 2
Big 40 on me, imma hit sum nigga
I swear bullets wont fly by you
Got a bad bitch and she from the bayou
Ate A plan B, she can have
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
the truth face it
[Hook]
Boss Hogg, we running this rap shit
My nigga Troy, we running this rap shit
Big Cheddar, we running this rap shit
My nigga Corn, we
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
got a tassle in the street
'cause in school he only trap by the bathroom
Sellin' weed, grassroots, and some pill capsules
Plus he get money on pad
laced by Troy
Fuck with Nore then you know
That you some dumb boy
Me and Clipse got clips for
Ya'll faggots and boys what!
I blaze bombs, nowadays it's
There's a for-sale sign on a big ol rusty tractor
You can't miss it it's the first thing that you see
Just up the road a pale blue water tower
from the bush bungalow
Unnuh watch it, mek I clear out my voice now, Figaro
Emerge from the darkness with mi big blunt a glow
Mi hammer dem ah slam
outta R&D
Grab a micro, drake and I'm sweepin' they streets
Spent 50 on a brand new bus, AP
This a track hawk might get indorse by jeep
You ain't
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the whole town watchin'
Uncle Day Day sippin' from a bottle
Smokin' on a blunt on the porch unbothered
I walk downstairs to look at them spinners
On that big
we sellin' units)
(We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate)
The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman
wit us
Biggie, Smalls, he drink wit us
Tu-pac, he drink wit us
Eazy-E, he drink wit us
Big L, he drink wit us
Trouble T-Roy, he drink wit us
MC
collars boy
Can't do a nine to five
Trapping way since JS3
Was selling Mp3
Turned a pastor then in Predegree
Life happens fast
When you're trying to make it
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