Lyrics:
don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)
Yeah, take a pic, (take a pic) Richard Millie, no stop watch (uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips
monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen niggas get murked by the heels
tell me please?
Stand over there by the cypress tree
Where the Trojan women and children are sold into slavery
Long before the first Crusade
Way back
Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world"
I don't give a fuck
I'll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don't love me
Young black
then, right there in the middle
Rick of wood stacked by the porch
Black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys sayin' 'daddy's back'
Next
you've caught me in a coma
And I don't think I wanna
Ever come back to this
World again
Kinda like it in a coma
'Cause no one's ever gonna
Oh
build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos
house is my home, let me get my stuff
I'm sick, don't need no medicine
Cupid shot me in the heart, veteran
I'm gone, ain't no point of back your cold
break in your home
And take this specifics and meanwhile the bitch is on vacation with him so she don't get blamed
We don't snatch chains, we find out
a reverie to unfold
And now they are calling me
Louder by the minute
The baying of the hounds
Calling me back to my home
written in our rhymes
I know you don't think we'll ever quit
We've got some people on our side who won't take your lip
We're gonna do all the things we
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
don't keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love! talk bout misbehaving.
When I get you home in the sack and when I give it to you,
Give it back give it back
the pocket like Burrow
When I'm back home, though
They treat me like Robert De Niro
Took her to Taco Bell, bought her a churro
Took her home, gave her
Now I'm overcome
By the light of day
My lips are near, but my heart is far away
Tell me what to say
I'll be your mouthpiece!
Into the light
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
that they all hate
But babe I call you back and say that you say that always
And kept me on the phone and demanded they all wait
See, she knew about
laid back
Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feeling like a sofa
Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over
Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now
ride and reside at
My zone, the place that I call home
Is the world from Philadelphia to Rome
Picture me, ayy, entrepreneur with my nigga DA
Rockin'
build with my a-alikes
We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock mics
But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch
How it goes the only pesos
But let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay let me tell you 'bout
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
of Boone
It was our new beginning
It was our honeymoon
As we left town
Two days of marriage, underground
We were married in a garden
I could hear my parents
you've caught me in a coma
And I don't think I wanna
Ever come back to this
World again
Kinda like it in a coma
'Cause no one's ever gonna
Oh
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