Lyrics:
the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in the streets, you hot you're boiling
man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....
Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
Got a two-string on my lap,
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
the moon so
I don't wanna be 20 something
And still in my head about
17 in my bedroom talking
You said that by now we'd
Paint the walls of our shared
Look at my plate
Always steak
Thanking God by saying grace
And I'm better than ever
My God lives forever
I've been focusing on doing good than chasing
to turn out one
Heck of a good album, " instead
They kept trying to keep the budget
Down, but it expanded up to twenty-thousand
Dollars they reached that
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know
surface area's greater than Pluto
In Japan it's good luck for your kid to cry at a sumo
"Attempted murder" is the collective noun for two crows
Hans
music I provide
I turn the tune up two days before June 29th
A little faster slower only one way to decide
You damn right it feel good
Let's get this
Chorus
Move like this, rap like that
Gotta rap like I tap fat back
Let me think and I'll be right back
Twenty-five, eight, when I work my craft
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know
you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home
told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
'Cause I
You know that we blessed we not lucky
The winter soldier call me Bucky
It's back boys like puffy
The back end in the duffy
She sayin' she love me
Octane
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
back to back
I sent two fools back to their lizzack
(Kurupt)
See now I'm off to the graveyard shift
And I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip
But I
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up
And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
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