Lyrics:
if ya from the eastcoast,
west coast, midweast, down south..
now when this beat drop...
you gotta be on point. so bring it back.
top quality
not have three or four, but you got one man (big boy)
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force
First off, I gotta tell Draymond you a bitch
This nigga Klay just had five bro I'm fuckin
Pissed
Please give me curry back cause he do not
Miss
Sell
your body, drying you drop by drop.
You're giving full body weight to the earth, immersing in it slowly and softly.
The grass is massaging your back
A man ain't supposed to hold the weight of the world on his back,
No matter how black you are even honest has a breaking point get the point
Still a man,
I kept going from job to job
I couldn't go back to
Teaching university
Again
With just a master's degree
Those days were gone
No nepotistic mom
Who
called life, quick to slice your back like a steel knife
Gettin' crossed by my homies that I thought was real tight
Shorty feelin' real nice
Down farther,
nothing new
Can't get cuffed by the blues so I
Stay on point and move this food
My nigga D1 way too loose
Done ducked down YC, kermit too
Fuck all the cyber
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my
it leads, yeah it's alright by me
I love it when you're right by me
I'm getting to know you better
But I'm afraid to say those 3 little words
Afraid
ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD
Followed by McDonalds and Coca-Cola
The point is whatever the outcome of the battle
The day goes on with more french fries and soda
One, two and you don't
Back-to-back like a scrimmage
Doesn't matter, what's the point
God damn, need a joint
Growing though, shit is stressing
Now I'm grown fully blessed
At one point
you have to choose
I'll leave some glue then get back to
Fucking up everything for you
I-I-I swear I love breaking the rules
Dark thoughts win cause I
Intro
One by one, he points out your mistakes
Two, he wants his way or the highway
Three, you both fall back on the same ways
Till you need
straight through them narcs cruising past rivals losing fast
Bro he just sold three for
Few years back breaking packs in highrise flats like check the view
the funkiest, dopest heat on the streets
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and this is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up, find your own
Your girl gonna give you
back the coke or the cream
Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
Them cats we fuckin wit put bombs in yo moms gas tank
Let's get this
I'm gonna pack three more to go into your brain
Stuck inside with no place to go
I just lost my vision back in the smoke
A motherfucker's coming
appears to be a random drive-by shooting
"Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be"
"On and off again relationship with"
"This just in, a tour bus involving
with all this glare
I just hope I make it back
I got all these shiny things surrounding me
I-I-I can't see with all this glare
I just hope I make
back
Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me
But I laid it down telling him to fuck right off chap
Phoned this company out the yellow
the ground and rushes to the house, surprisingly quickly for his age, giving Edward a sign to wait. On his way back he is carrying a large book, chewed by time
Drop the window, step back, yeah, watch the three-point
Check the scoreboard, yeah, we upped it by three points
When I get fresh, I'm setting trends,
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