Lyrics:
Life's a bitch and then you die
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
I'm working a nine to five just to survive
Barely staying alive
Hard to stay focused
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
Off the drank, no Bill Cosby
I move like it's hockey I shoot my shot and feel like Crosby
Ain't support my methods out the picture how I'm cropping
bout me mind your business man
Point me to the bag Is it over the rainbow
He Say I look good from every angle
Sipping on lean yup blue berry faygo
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
wait to tell the plug 'bout the bags I sell
Point fives for the four, got grams for the seven
After third lunch, you can catch me and Dev
Blowin' on this
straight to the point
Rocking and rolling just like a lil Joint
Call up the homies
We smoking big doinks
Ya girl got that ass
That shit go like boing
I
Mid-November
WNIC
I'll be home for Christmas
Alone with Bing Crosby
Drive down two-seventy-five
Inside my heated orb
Pretend I'm picking up your
Absent ghost
the opening gambit
The pawn shop, one-stop for black market bandits
The business is brisk, fine and dandy
Driving five deep with the feet still sandy
The beats
Spock laser point it n shoot you
Red beam on da ruger burn holes in ya face look like Freddy crueger
Fuck yo bitch in the kamasutra
She gave me top
(Coming on forty-five minute point in our countdown
Everything going smoothly
T-minus 45 minutes and counting
Coming up on t-minus 40 minutes
(Coming on forty-five minute point in our countdown
Everything going smoothly
T-minus 45 minutes and counting
Coming up on t-minus 40 minutes
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
Sitting here thinking bout' my friendship with you
Yellow hues from the crazy things we would do
Side by side playing in the sand
Blues clues,
as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on down
[LL Cool J]
A hundred and ninety five pounds punk
More bounce to the ounce
Game over, EauZone gets the trophy
Smoking up the stu' call me OG Eauldie
Fourteen-fourteen, that's a universe point
See me 1v1, I smoke you like a joint
and thermodynamics
Electromagnetism and quantum theory
These are some of the powers used by the great Bob Digital
Classical physics
Mechanical physics
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
to blue, yodel number one
We love Hank and Lefty
Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb, and Johnny Cash
But if we had to pin point
The start of who we are
Or who we go
Uh, suddenly I'm in the whip
With the gat, full clip
Out the blue, like a crip
Doin' 90 on the backroad
Outta nowhere my girl hit me on the bat
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
serve you point 3
And I'm bout to hit the yo 5 sent some new heat
I been up for 5 days getting neck no sleep
Own mama got me locked up close the book
as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on down
A hundred and ninety five pounds punk
More bounce to the ounce and I say what
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