Lyrics:
I been affected by all of the fakes
I been affected by all of the real
Yeah
I been affected by all of the fakes
And all the real shit around me
I
Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
This is where the work transcends
Every
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm
that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm
Follow, follow, one, two, three
Down the tunnel past the stream
If you see them, leave them be
Let the echo guide your feet
There's a lot of people
It took me to the beach
To have a beer by the edge of the sea
And this 'round the clock place
I drank my money away
We partied seven to three
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
quarter past it was all divided
Started whippin at 3 o'clock
And by 4 o'clock it was water-dried
See me winning your mortified
Salty guys tell all
just fine
Good, when the money and the sex come by
T-Trap living on the motorola
You said that you need a plug, plug, for the drugs
Baby come by, I'll
Three long years have passed by
And now you try to get me back
But no
Is time for payback
I'm gonna attack
Getting through everyday
Really looking
Only 100
Only 100
Only 100
Walk like a centipede
If you step 50 don't move with me
Speed do not change how I keep my feet
I only walk with
I should have known
That you were too good to be true
I think i saw u in a dream once
Walking on a road made of gold
Surrounded by blue and yellow
like Kobe with the outside shots
I'm like Artest in the paint
When it comes to these games
Set the balls a lot smaller
And they go through brains
And if
I can't believe that we done fell off
Some times I sit back and reminence bout the times we was young
From the times we were smaller
All winters
talking ‘bout a brand new flex on you
Shawty talking ‘bout a past ex, sex on you
She don’t know that I would die to get close
1, 2, 3, 4 feet away just
3.5 in a blunt
Rollin up 3.5 in a blunt
How you finna top that huh
Smokin a blunt wit the top back huh
About to by the block back huh
Talkin my shit oh
Kalabuley boys wanna see me down six feet
Nana is good
Baba is great
Anytime adey go on my knees adey pray
Nana joe dey answer yeah
Feeling by myself
Two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
There's a pill here that they say will make you smaller
Which is perfect 'cause I really wasn't feeling small enough
I would take it if I wasn't so
Ok so Deemus ain't a nazi but he's asking where the gas at,
cmare Stoudamire how im getting Nash to pass that
Softer than a muppet by your girl
my feet grounded but I feel high
The higher I get the world is getting smaller
Came to my senses as I bust a nut
I want it like I need it so I got
die so
Falling forever, little gleam grown smaller
Moaned a prayer, then I felt stoned by a glare
Fingers shook, my hands began to burn
Pain overtook my
Mama, I'm thankful for all you did for me
Put a roof on our head so we could sleep
Always made sure we had shoes on our feet
Working three jobs just
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