Lyrics:
don't)
Mental breakdown, I’m on the brink
Me, and my boys, at the bar, we’re a clan
At the end of the day, I am a Christian man
Church on Sunday that’s
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck
called friends
Had a mental breakdown as the world watched on
Only a few called me to see what went wrong
Opened my eyes a bit cause that day I could've
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
these bangers until I get strep throat
Off to the races
Wrote a whole album in like 5 days shit
Say you beat cases
It's gotta be clothes falling out
that this green gon make me break
Fuck
And I spent all my green on this green
I smoke this shit turn me to machine
I smoke this shit turn me to an AI
I
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green
the rules
one day I will catalogue by colors
my records and stories I skipped for you
there’s a lack of red in this noisy city
and plenty of green on my
(Hook:Big Shasta)
We rollin on chrome
Flossin its a sunny day
Niggas smokin blunts
Blowin light green hay
All about our cash
We worked hard and got
(Hook:Big Shasta)
We rollin on chrome
Flossin its a sunny day
Niggas smokin blunts
Blowin light green hay
All about our cash
We worked hard and got
of the brain
cnd every little conflict feels
Like it wasn't really there in the first place
No it wasn't really all worth the stress of the worst days
You might
Look
Cold, rugged
Not mellow
Cort Melor
Been through lot
Now I'm well off
I've learned to produce beats by myself
Scribble daily since eleven
I write
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
I've been feelin' in album mode
Homies probably heard me say that the last few years though,
But now I'm in a different time zone
So I feel less fear
a Green Day concert, missing teeth, but I really wanted her so much
So I walked over, said, would you be mine
She said, are you mine? And I'm like, holy
look good today"
But what about yesterday? Like
What are you talking about?
"Oh, you look real nice today" (Nah, yeah)
There's only one day, by the way
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
today
By the way ain't been outside in days
Now you know
That's my fault
I fucked up opening my minds in the vault
I'm lost in surreal world now
My whole
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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