Lyrics:
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
band my money I just hope it never fold
Monkey on my back I carry heavy loads
I can make my profits just by staring at my phone
We don't use no pads I
ya goin
So expose where your foxes live
Use to make decisions through the pickings in my head
Didn't matter how it ended who it hurt
Or what I did
I'd
Live hype but talk mellow
Got the tracks coming out like Winslow T. Oddfellow
My chick the average of some numbers cuz she’s rounded well
Ain’t saying
talkin' bout life
Sayin crazy ass shit and talkin' how they almost died
Pullin drive bys
This ain't how I wanna live my life
I just wanna feel apart
Yea
She hold it down
Like she love me
That ain't my bitch
That's my buddy
Pussy sweeter than honey
They fallin off and it's funny
Can't make it
a
Tough guy to a dead man
I ain't your buddy, buddy
Haters or obsessed fans
If we were buddies, trust
I crack a Bud just like a red can
Bedpan full of piss
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
I'm still checkin em out
I was scared when the babies pop out
Fuck it
I ain't have it figured out
We made love at my baby momma sister crib
And lil TT
knahtalkinbout?
You ready?
I'm ready, baby
Turn my headphones up
Hear it go
[Verse:]
I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when
a few loose, then I seen that I grew
I ain't in the mood, baby, no, it's not you
We can get a room, you come over by 2
You ever seen the world from
My name is Al
My name is Margaret
They're a couple that live inside my head
Al and Margaret
Margaret
I'm right here, Al
Margaret is my baby
We live
When I heard this crazy stuff about this other guy
I didn't believe it
Had to see it with my eyes
When I saw you and him, you passed me by
He's
to profit
You got what I want and I need it right now, give it to me baby, I don't care how
I hold my money with my left, got the world in my right pocket
sick like my style is
Split your wig like a stylist
I'm makin my list and I'm checkin it twice
Checkin which hynas been naughty or nice
You only live
the vibe check
I got this beat bussin', I ain't even hit the vibes yet
Y'all be checkin' my net, commas makin' girls wet
Strippin', tippin', pleasin' that
through by surprise, years later
Still copped some rounds for The guys...
In ya eyes, that waitress is the real prize
But we got unresolved issues You
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
sweetheart
But then, as nothing happens quite the same
Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away-he dead
Sam Spade his buddy Archer
Yo, Play, I never expected that from you
A guy's entitled to one mistake, Cheryl
One mistake? That ain't what I heard
(laughs) yo, what are you
Yo, Play, I never expected that from you
A guy's entitled to one mistake, Cheryl
One mistake? That ain't what I heard
(laughs) yo, what are you
which route to choose
It's gettin' pretty hot in here
The hotbox done turned to a coffin
I'm coughin', don't do that shit often
Checkin' my pockets, I
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