Lyrics:
time it is ain't a yes no maybe
Couple shots hit the wood watch your chick go crazy
And she mainy so tasty
She said matter fact face me
Chuck you know
won't work
Step to the crew and your ass get burned
Play by the game my rules
Ima push up and they'll follow suit
Bad chicks got em in twos
Couple pink
I am the truth, I tell you no lies
And all I want is Blue Skies
DreamWalker, Marathon, R.I.P to Nip
The news hit me out the blue like a fucking crip
FUCK WITH A CHICK IF SHE RACIST
GOT ME BARKIN
I AIN'T TRYNA HANG BITCH
YO ENERGY HOSTILE
THIS WORLD THAT WE LIVE IN IS FUELIN YA HATRED
AIN'T NO WAY
thinking, but I'm a self-centred rapper too concerned about my image
The truth
So when she hit me first I'm pretty shocked I didn't burst
I'm calling Josh,
Losing friends like loose change
Whole family gone like bruce wayne
I'm different inna fight like two chainz
Demons and my vices on the food chain
on a frozen stoop
He gets the walk-on-by from the business suit
See it happening every day, it don't have to be that way
Got a bomb for me and two for you
the same mind
And possessing a share of the divine
And so none of them can hurt me
No one can implicate me in ugliness
Nor can I feel angry at my relative
the juice? (x2)
You got the juice (x2)
They don't know, (x4)
Who got the juice? (x2)
You got the juice (x2)
Danny no glover
Lethal no gunner
You ain't
going pro
White chick down to fuck a rapper Coco
From the city guess where I met here soho
I ain't trynna cuff the chick told her that's a no go
Keep
left now I can go
Through these awesome little two-week
Things where – well
Not anymore because I don't have time to
– but when I didn't have to do shit
Why you gotta be so mean?
I be the only one on your team
That nigga only wanna fuck you twice
Fuck it I ain't really tryna cause no scene
I've
chicks
N****s love to talk they s**t
Me, I walk it like I spark it, I'm from where s*** get dark at, black lion, like he ain't got the truth in him
When he
Friday I'd had to slap the [ho]
The [bitch] got knocked up by Roscoe, and said that I'm the poppa though
In this game they got a name for this chick, who
my phone, its just a riddap
I smoke bogeys, all day like 2-piddac (Smokin)
And smoke weed, and get drunk but no criddack
Guns go boom, the thing's
than be at home watchin "Chips"
I'd rather watch chicks
I flipped, looked to the right of me, tons of honies
One was a Playboy bunny, but I left her
Hugh
beef, I'll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone
You gon' let me
'em for the pros and I get you some more
Feds knocking on my door I'm only doing 2-4
We don't get no breaks cause this the life that we chose
Stay up
splittin' no time soon
My brain split in two, it's rainin' a bit
I hope it's a monsoon, my face in the sink
I'm seein' my mom soon, I'm faded, I stink
Stay in
And I've also met a chick or two
But I still can learn a trick or two
Hey, teach me tonight
I who thought I knew the score of it
Kind of think I should
And I've also met a chick or two
But I still can learn a trick or two
Hey, teach me tonight
I who thought I knew the score of it
Kind of think I should
Living my truth, why would I lie
Family I never abandon
Let the good times roll by
I'm really feeling alive
The spirit is really my guide
Live wit
Done took a slight decline (how many of us have them)
And if you wanna know the truth man, man (how many of us have them)
Them wasn't no friends
If I wanna cop this lil chick should we be like poles or opposite I'm stuck in a ditch
[VERSE 1]
They say one day you run outta lyrics to write
But
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