Lyrics:
scrambled eggs were supposed to be brown and crispy at the bottom
and dull yellow at the top
my mother, god bless her, cannot boil a fucking kettle
without
Twenty-six weeks have gone by
since I last gazed into her eyes
half a year since we’ve been near
each other
Other eyes are all I see
in faces
now to save my life
Hound dog, yipping in the holler
(?)
Brother, listen to him run
Somebody oughta catch him by the collar
But I ain't going
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
been going up and got bad bitches goin down
Like fuck what I didn't have about what I got now
I done pissed these niggas off and made my mama proud
Chris
or die
Make the hardest motherfucker cry when
A MC pass by
I flip rhymes off the top of my head just
Like Raid I spray MC's until they dead
A vocal
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
wrist watch
I'm just tryna upgrade to an AP from a G-Shock, that's what I call a flip flop
No joke, got fiends yelling out ayo Chris Rock
I lift my shirt
to the homie
Hit a three like I'm Curry, Klay or OD
ODB with the homies, yeah, the Rowes please
Feel like Danny Brown, my tooth missing, but I'm gold G
you're through
Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give some advice advice (run!)
Cause if you're ever in compton, you better
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
desire past third degree
Cause them fire eyes, melt everything inside
Drop all them guys
You’ll look better by my side
Just give it a chance. Just give it
everything I got
The product keep on jumpin
Got bass in my sub
But I never let you touch it
Lookin at me now
Chris brown said it lovely
Lookin at me now
But
in my sighs, but it won't reach the eyes
Just a lazy disguise, not half as true as the glow of a long-dead star
Now, I sit up by the empty wall
Wish
assists
Better than these little rappers, mine aswell just be my kids
Heard his girl serve at browns, shit I better give a tip
Number on a napkin, later
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
Country girl but she just my type
And she cater, clean, and cook - Everything I like
Never seen someone so supreme in my life
Professional in
better than him
You know and I try to play keyboards
You know
Fuck that guitar playin' son of a bitch
Can suck my muthafuckin' dick
Luc? Luc Van
Yo, fun, yeah
You want a better me, never happening (happening)
I quit my therapy, wait a little bit (little bit)
Kept all this energy in a pyramid
the Midas touch
Got gold diggers looking at my fine wrist watch
Even got the restaurant to fine dine this fox
Better call me by my name that's right it's
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
sauce sandwiches, and government cheese
Now I'm callin' on my Gz take ya dub and throw it up
Black and Brown in unity no more need for locin' up
Come
Times they are a changing
Rise up and stand apart
Retribution's no solution
Start a revolution of the heart
Down by the sea of Galilee
The Son
I was walking by the water
My heart full aching sore
The seagulls of Seattle
Wheeled above the shore
I stepped inside a tavern
For oyster
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