Lyrics:
over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin' fire to a trash can
Now everyday I need ends
New
the key in
Flying through the city postin' snaps know you're peeping
See your girl with me know she seeking some pleasing
Ask me why I'm with her do I have
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
don't work
And you never see your kids, and you're eating like a jerk
And everybody's a hater when your feelings get hurt
But one day you've gotta face
flirting
But them kittens not designer like yours
You're a queen, other girls just too immature
I know you're down for me
Help me become the best version
and get the niggas y'all ready for the score
Now who's the dog, you're the one that sung hardcore,
Come on
I gotta take this part to a new high
Keep it
[Chorus: x 2]
People like myself, only hang with self cause that's the way to go
I can't go outside without findin some new kinfolks
People on my
You'll only think you were abandoned by me
And no adoptive parent is a stand in for me
I can only be the man that I manage to be
And hope to god you're
should be heard no more
There are punks on the mic, they get paid
Well, here's news, you're bein played
I don't plan to be a king and I don't wear a crown
Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink
booty wiggle
Fresh drink by the pool, I got deep-spirited roots
No matter what you do, you can have your cake and eat it too
Several of the ladies are in
Need a brand new version of my burning life
Those feelings rushing outta my messy mind
I see the pink sky
And the street lights
Ain't there nothing
on my lifeline redefined by new insight like
Actually if I speak, factually I'm inspired by
My experience speaking back to me
My antennas receptors
[Verse 1]
U so bad they be gettin mad
Somebody that they wish they had
Ur a dime and u know ur mine
Flippin wit u rite in my slab
Relationship ain't
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
put on probation.
Those that didn't perform well.
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell.
You're playing with my time.
Trying to jerk
should
'Cause by the time that I was seven I wanted to be anything but good"
Stop what you're doin'
And take a look around
I cried at the New Year
I cried
listen to the people that only care if there wallet is okay
Poisoned by money
That’s all they fucking see, but we turn our back on everything, this can’t
off
You're gonna flake but that's okay
My maturity can't pick up your slack
I have more fun with myself anyway
c quick jerk about a jerk and I'm back
me laugh
The grind is all that you need
Reflections don't mean a thing
If you're blinded by green and greed
Mind racing
No pacing now can ever replace
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
become the new LP topic
You and me
We won’t ever stop it
Bank account
It won’t let me cop it
Throw my money up
Just to rock it
So you’re gonna throw
Everything negative, you're way too late again
Girls in they get in my poo
Fuck what you saying, I might be Jamaican
They tell me I'm some kind of jerk
I'm on a Aj thing but it's mine now
To be honest i ain't never been on ride-outs
New me yeah, a whole new version
No cap I'm still a fucking virgin
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