Lyrics:
have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world
I left the pistol in the house and I let's my bitch
I lay my self to sleep
My soul fight all my demons
When Im fucking on a baddie ain't paying it always free
I'm a north east shiner baby
Only money
was in the 8th grade steady
But niggaz my age was getting paid already
Yeah like that nigga Zam or even young Blue
They made they first
Spent a few years of my life
Moving out and growing up
And tryna get my stuff together
It just floats on by
Oh tell me why this is all my fault
I’m
We took a trip down to Miami
She sweet like cotton candy
Laid down by the beach
And saw all my problems turn blue
But now we floating through
You hold me by the heart and you wear my soul
Last week showed me I'm scared
To be all alone
I'm selling out to the dream I'll
Be cool on my own i
space for yall when I'm kicking my tunes
Lifting the moon just to watch it shine nightly
Protected in the dark
By an oligarch of folk who died trying
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
let one in
So, I leap that tasty treat in my reclining ejector seat unscathed, unmarked by sin
Either I am getting taller or the ground is growing
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
Why am I trapped in a cage?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Barber can I get a fade?
(The nappy heads are comin' out)
Teacher teacher check my
Blue likes to drop sometimes, one by one
But I don't mind, but I don't mind
'Cause luck is on my side
I feel the drip drop, nonstop, pour
masked up, posing with expensive clothes and see it in my eyes yo I'm so bothered, this the product of a man who doesn't know his father, lost fathers...
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
fields of cotton
Sing it for me loud
Sing about the Bullruns
Sing about the day
I shot my brother dressed in blue
While I was dressed in grey
We
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
the ones who died before me in the battle i salute
Massa rolling in his grave his kids want to be niggas too
As i lay me down to sleep I thank my ancestors
star
A glimmer lighting up these cotton streets
I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules
But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone
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