Lyrics:
to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch!
Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik?
I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin' it
Slangin' narcotics,
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to make
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
friend zones using my back to grab at gold
No nightmares by my dreams telling me I lose control
From flipping switches, but no lights, they ain't working
to fall
To steal your whole summer
Somebody gotta stay, yeah
And somebody gotta take the truth (oh-ooh)
Yeah, I hate to be blunt but I'm blunted
hard to find
Like yeah you're cute but, tell me, are you kind
Wanna met your fam, but only when you're ready
Truth be told your father may make me
this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in
this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in
Barely on the second album and my mind is on the seventh problem is that
Most of y'all think I'm overzealous but I promise that
I'm apprehensive when it
Even if I'm right beside you
Fourteenth base
I get drunk a lot
By the way, cheers guys!
Fifteenth base
You're afraid that you're somehow unlovable
But
the truth)
Big facts, big facts (big facts, big facts)
Big facts, big facts (big facts, big facts)
Tryna shatter me with lies, I ain't with that (ayy tell
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
Know they gotta feel me
Knowing they gone feel me baby
See bitch I'm racked up back up lil Nigga don't make me act up
Watch how I bob and build
them make me feel alive
Class of '23, I'm sure that most of you don't care enough to listen to me
But either way this album should serve as a memento
life
I can only imagine that's fucked up
I can only imagine, Uncle Bob
Life's about decisions man
It's in your hand and you got it
Just take control if
But please don't become just a hater king
I'm just challenging you to do greater things
Mixtape sound like an album so the album must be a greatest
I fumbled real hard, again
I fumbled real hard
Oh I fumbled, oh I fumbled, real hard
I fumbled, again
Back to hussling
But something bout' this one
yout’
I’ve come to free you minds with the truth, truth
I'm just getting started, I'm far from done
Leave behind a legacy like Owen Chong
By back
Facts don't care about feelings
No cap
People don't wanna hear the truth
Unless it line up with their point of view
But facts don't care about
been rowing for so long getting old
But it's comfortable, this is the road I call home
But there's a current that's pulling and it's caused by my flow
to lit I got the haters talking shit
But all the haters think I'm lit cause I risk it for this shit
I never rest I'm possessed by a spirit impressed by
when
You cease to exist I've seen it too many times
Cats snuffed out like that mostly by our own kind
We're believing the lies, the truth's compromised
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
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