Lyrics:
VVS's, it get cold in Minnesota (21)
Suck me up, don't use your teeth, lil' bitch, I thought I told ya
She grabbin' my bandada while I hit 'cause I'm
January 21st
I still remember the date
You asked me how I was doing
I let it out, "I'm not great"
That week we met for some food, I tried to tell you
was the cause that made you my wife.
V 21 Fanny
For this we should be grateful.
But that was then, this is now.
Ezra, momentum is on our side,
she could help thought that she could solve them
But in reality she couldn’t stay
When I was born it wasn’t safe she had to run or get
Away
G A
21
round, gun him down with the scope
I got bread, get that shit by the loaf
Thirty clip extended I let it blow
Bro let it go used to post at the store
Used
suicide
Weird how some things change
Whole foods changed my life
Went to the burn ward fast
They called me tofu guy
Hey, you're the tofu guy
Oh, I guess I'm
hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up Eddie Bow
Bounce for that Outfit twerk for that Elflic
Brawl for that Polaroid
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standing Henry Horner
J&J's, Harold's Chicken, good finger lickin'
speak, thought I was boarding the flight alone
But you were there, next to me, you couldn't wait to get home
Endlessly, by my side, but I am all alone
Back to the mothafuckin' whiteboard
Time for a change, open the psych wards
Never played the organ
But i'll strike chords
When i tell the vatican
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
featuring Mac Pheno
Chorus: Master P (repeat 4X)
No Limit is the army and we the soilders
It's an uptown thing boy I thought I
kept things fluid
Shoulda known that your lips spilled big gas
Shoulda known to call for a switch, we were mismatched
Shoulda went and thought of some
Yo
Ikoyi breed
Ward b Golds yeah
Backstreet gang
Trap disease (yeah)
Call me four four thank me later, let's go
Jen jaiye yi lowkey
Swerving in
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
Propaganda for the war machine
Automated and active
Sorted by DNA they record it
We caught and captured
Stored in a database
Manipulate all our thoughts
With
of population attack
Propaganda for the war machine
cutomated and active
Sorted by DNc they record it
We're caught and captured
Stored in a database
Manipulate
about to make freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day
The 5th Ward Boys
Church, Chinese Food, Liquor Stores
Yeah, yeah/ Westside in this muthafucka right now/Westside in this muthafucka right now/ west side homie/ West
she wouldn't play by the rules
Wouldn't be constrained by society's views
Wouldn't let a twisted metal birdcage wheelchair keep her down
Well for you
Mama we're in Cabo
No stresses we let the good times roll
21 mama where did all the time go
Growing up making changes life modules (Life modules)
disappear
I hear them, I hear them, they're constantly clearing the food that I had for thought so I put in my ear plugs and the ear muffs
But they're not
of those
Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
I make some thought-provoking shit
Y'all question whether he falling off
I'ma really
of those
Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century
I make some thought-provoking shit
Y'all question whether he falling off
I'ma really
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