Lyrics:
Now I wear my old man's shoes
Time to take the losses and call it a day
Pick up the pieces, wasted, washed away
It's not your fault, it's the cards you
overflow presidential now like Biden Joe
I'm an artist now not van Gogh
I might just hit up Genova we handin the keys to the whip to Jehovah I function
themselves, do you Leroy?
Then let the games begin!
Ha! Back up in the booth and my "V" is for Vendetta
Fuck the last rhyme, to tell you the truth I got
brains see
Pick up the phone
Aye tell me who's the worthiest
She call me James Worthy
Cus I make it happen off a magic dish
I love it when she shake it in
My mind is armed and dangerous (With knowledge I'm equipped)
My flow pick up more currency than the river by Egypt
Take off yo' raincoat
Soak up what
deal today, at least a couple mil'.
No I'm askin' you to chill, wanna pat that down I'm tryin to pick you up
And never put your ass back down.
Get
Come get yo bitch, right now
Pick yo mans up (oh, ya)
Wockhardt in my soda
Lil' bitch I don't know ya
That nigga a bitch, he can't be Knora
He only
My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill
Upon the mountain side
And he knows the names by the color, shape, their size
Above
mows your lawn
And it mows your lawn and it picks up the kids from school
It gets rid of unwanted facial hair
It gets rid of embarrassing age spots
sister
Every time you own a liquor all you do is damn lick up
Pick of the litter man I'm doggin' that
Kiddin' darlin' hey are you hittin' that
Like
shit out from a distance
Make him go up like a hiccup
Fuck you, bitch, take some of my dick up
I shoot his throat, tell him pick up
Boo, boo, boo,
ups on the bank
Build a bon fire and we'd crank our radios
Loud as they would go
Now and then, it never failed
Old man Baker'd start raisin' hell
About
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe
Yo, I live the life of '62 pick-ups
Pumpin' on corners, beat downs to stick-ups
Seein' events, of which I had to stay silent
Murder, extortion,
See the dream through prophets eyes
Newborn king in Palestine
Soldiers murder baby boys
Kingdom coming can't be destroyed
Young man looks up
see demons every time I close my eyes
I don't deal with the pain, man
I just pour it up in the Styrofoam
Yeah, she wanna pick me up
She wanna sip my
to pick me up (uh)
I told him you was buggin' and I don't like to fuss (uh)
He said he would look out for me if I needed a friend (uh)
He took me to his
Woody
Killin' my enemies, pull up in a black hoodie
I don't gotta repeat it for ya'll to understand fully
Get it passed to me, man
I'm actually rappin'
necked man
All you fiends and crackheads need to calm down
You're just a kid man don't fuck it all up now
You got your whole life to plan out, every single
Catch me in the crowds
Moving silent in adjacent
I feel it in my toes
A numbing sensation
I won't pick up the phones
(Pick up the phone)
Jamming
of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the projects
Seen my man, a'ight
Steelo type fat, solar type
You see, the zone that I'm in when
I'm writing my lyrics will make a dog bark
I'm surrounded by spirit's
And I'm in the chart for a minute
But
woman's mind wasn't made"
"To worry all the time, " listen
It was made to "pick up"
"Cuddle little things to do"
"To survive her man"
"And try to keep him
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