Lyrics:
a brand
Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you
Well the old man's
tribute of a rose
And says this ring is better suited for the nose
He's always fingering
I punch the clock and it's ok
I know a girl who takes my breath
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody
she has me wearing summer clothes
In summer she has Jack Frost nipping at my nose
People say that April treats me cruel
But I just smile when they
then times have been changing)
She sends back his tribute of a rose
And says this ring is better suited for the nose
(He's always fingering)
I
I'll remember forever
When I was but three
Mama, who was clever
Remarking to me
If son when you're grown up
You want everything nice
I've got
little sister don't do what your big sister done
You know I dated your big sister'
Oh, I took her to a show
I went for some candy
Along came jim
little sister don't do what your big sister done
You know I dated your big sister
Oh, I took her to the show
Hey I went for some candy
Along came Jim
Tony Romo (Tony Romo)
12 ridin' by takin' photos (skrrt)
I'm tryna stack some change (stack some change)
Stack it up, watch how your dough blow (dough
They treat me like royalties
Do what I’m told
Then I’m going
Back to the streets
Said I would blow waiting for opportunities
Said I would blow waiting
em up
Pocket toaster huh
Please don't chalk em up
Pocket toaster huh
In that rover huh
I blow doja huh
I eat that cat huh
Got that mac huh
I got raps
Down like the plane that held Aaliyah
First time I ran to the pharcyde
And met my dealer
I learned
The art of bars that whipped harder than a seizure
I
spiritual
Know I'm fit for the spiracle, niggas know it they fear it though
Tryna blow up empirical, spittin' heat and its searing glow
Tryna get it winnin'
I want number one as if I am the flash
Then I'm like a volcano I blow them up
I go blow all the hate that they wish on us
Water dripping, not the ice
Pull and ( what ) glock start tweakin'
(Oh my god)
Most of these niggas don't know it
So I just hated to show it
I got them racks and I blow it
I got
I'm high as hell chilling
And since ain't nobody
I'ma go ahead and kill it
I'm tied to the rhythm, my soul in the beat
More shows and more seats, blow
be my glee, my glee, my glee
If you my bro, big bro that's J or T
I'm praying for you cause I know that you're praying for me
And if I go blow, just
you ask your mom for a juice
Cuz she working everyday just to blow it on you
I felt bad when I realized all the stuff that she do
Seven kids set
Homie why you acting like a hoe
Know that imma ride for you either way it go
I be stressin Mother Nature for some time
It's a huge rap ladder can't
with bands i swear it started from the roots
We got 45s and 38s we gone blow them hoes like flutes
When I was young I saw my momma hiding dope inside her
they censor the dope
But i just had a premonition that i'm destined to blow
I want the bread, i'm on a mission, got the vest and the scope
I'm on they
that I must blow up, supernova
This shit ain't over till I say it's fucking over
This shit ain't over till I say it's fucking over
I know that
red, runnin', her fingers all in my beard
I let the smoke blow in my dreads, I don't play about my kids
I don't wanna live around here, all the old bros
at a show with y'all singing in the front row
But who really gonna show up?
And who's gonna wait till I blow up?
"Hold up, Do you really think you're gonna go
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