Lyrics:
inside your membrane
You can barely stand so you fall down
And you try to get up but you lost now
You try to raise your hand but you blacked out
From
copying better not paste it
Like Windows XP
Kermit sipping tea
While Craig and Uriah flee
My songs on DVD
19 was our first wave
Out of every rapper I’m your
time
Said i don’t fall in love Okay maybe ill try
Said no body else home told me I should come by
Now im back on the road doing 80 in miles
And you
Yeah, whoa, whoa
I just been feeling like, it's all clickin', you know?
(Hit-Boy)
Like it's all working out, and I'm 'bout to work out
Colossal
mind?
Afican boy ya know I'm big in Mozambique
Hello, my friend, yes it's me
Hello, my friend
Hello, my friend
Yes it's me
4 by 3, 3 by 3
Buy one
blurred by the chronicler's pen Details left out, and a few filled in
And so the stories go
The stories that we tell
These are the people we believe
Voices
And forth like a marathon, come on bro
This is lightwork
Yeah, let me tell the story yeah
Her parents tryna distract her
While they file for divorce
Country
a man by his choices, never by his past
Win or learn never lose, boy I'm built to last
It's me against the world now I'm all alone
I talked to Destiny,
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
Won’t you tell my story?
Black boy trynna make it out
And get everything for me
If you go and lay me down
Won’t you tell my story?
Black boy trynna make
Won't you tell my story?
Black boy trynna make it out
And get everything for me
If you go and lay me down
Won't you tell my story?
Black boy trynna make
Diamonds shining, fifth wheel reclining, in the turning lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turning lane
You know me, I ain't tripping 'bout the laws, in
lane
Screens fall, 24's crawl, in the turnin' lane
You know me, I ain't trippin' 'bout the laws, in the turnin' lane
Me and Mellow pull up real slow,
really turns me on
And to yo silly hoes out here still tryna link up
You can't find him 'cause I got him wrapped 'round my finger, bling
Ooh, boy, who
the way you creepin'
Looking at my stories, and I know you weeping
Got him reminiscing, he wish he keep me
We could've been something, now I'm out here
to hate
As-salâm 'aleïkoum, Inch Allah
Please tell my story right (if I gotta die)
Coke boy, Montana, we up in here
What they talkin' about?
I'm Coke Boy
fall out with niggas over hoes
Ayy, money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code, oh
Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast
Better have my
To get out of the heat
The beat the killer
Cmon everybody
There ain't none chiller
I'm bigger than 9/11
And that boy called Stifler
Taste like a Vino
[PC Speaker]
Fuck the M-P-double-A comin' straight out the underground
A young pirate got it bad cause I'm down,
Loadin' DVDs like a motherfuckin'
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
fit it
Step up to the plate
Ima hit it
She left out my place
And left traces of glitter
Can't walk em down
And then not pull the trigger
Ya boy ducking
haal die drip uit de stores
Tryna pull up in a foreign
Geef me een rack en ik pull up
Broke boy run a checkup
Die niggas hating on the come up
Finna
always fall
Fall into scrutiny, scrutinized by all the wrong people
This insecurity, make me doubt myself, but what for?
They don't know me why I'm
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