Lyrics:
I been losing my mind
I was lost in 09
With some girl by my side
But it's you on my mind
But it's you every time
The drink hits, expose lies
Throw
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
To faith
Ain't no working out
Wouldn't no
Gaining weight
Sitting in
Dallas county jail
The Lord
Led me
By faith
Smith
Sing my solo then I Sparta kick you into O-Pit
Ay
Broke College Kid, but I party likes it's PCB
I hit the stage and they start grooving like they
(hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin' fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I'ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset
Flesh keepin' it wicked
Kickin' 'em up b****
Flippin' his tongue, hit em up
Now he's so deadly
Then if he want some come get hung
I'm gonna
They gave me pain for it
Got 'em by the grams
Then I made some grands
Breaking rubber bands
Yeah yeah que que
I don't need a hand
This is who I am
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
want, be what you want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
want (oh, whoa, yes)
After realizin' (uh-huh), to master enterprisin' (uh-huh)
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then (woo)
Began to encounter,
and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire I'll
Shed so many tears
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began
vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
here by a bitch dude
That didn't know how to resolve they issue
You had a life but now they dismissed you
You gone
Give a bitch ass mark some chrome
That
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
parties, everyone ends up dead
I mean, how can we know what love is worth
When we live in a world that is practically fueled by hurt -- and Ramen
Okay, I
it, I'ma get to testin' you
And I done bussed a Glock and I done bussed a Smith and Wesson too
If you get to actin' like a opp, then I gotta sever you
Hellboy while I listen to
Carpenter Brut
Feeling cute think I'll snort some blow
And then go drive some golf balls into a lake of fire later
Awake, arise
Yea
Top flight nigga
Aye
Two blunts and some Hydros
Not sleep but my eyes closed
Looking like a zombie slumped over like a wine-o
Im still alright
by ten different dicks
Bitch! Your whole house smell like piss
(Chorus: E-40 (Silk-E)]
(If it ain't about cash, then it ain't about shit)
Throw
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
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