Lyrics:
the book that I read each day, yeah
You are the song that I sing
(Gonna sing it to you)
You are the four seasons of my life
But maybe tomorrow
You'll
the book that I read each day, yeah
You are the song that I sing
(Gonna sing it to you)
You are the four seasons of my life
But maybe tomorrow
You'll
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
chasing after?
Twenty four now and the traces in my skin are getting deeper
Day by day
Buying liquor, getting asked for my ID made me feel better
Guess I
in front of you
But you drive me all the time
You put evil in my mind
I used to sing and say my prayers
Live my life without a care
Now I have
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
We didn't chose to live in a season with visions, yeah
But at the end of the day we made it past 20, yeah
We screaming, oh hell yeah we made it
Yeah
they spoke, a knife in my back
I remember watchin' Evil Dead
At 4 o'clock in the morning every night all summer
Sittin' in the dark tryin' to game
surrounding
Now we packed in getting crowded
Packed in getting crowded
In my dressing gown and vibing
In my dressing gown
I said sizzle by the barbeque
We got
(What?)
She said you a sophomore
Bitch I'm in my second season
Gotta put my jerseys in
The rafters right now, dC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he
games, nigga lose it all
2908 apartment 4, I remember
We were trappin' in and out the dope, I remember
Miss Shirley's house breakin' down them things,
the Philippines. I think she would have gotten a real kick out of seeing me live this life today. I think about her almost every day. And she comes to me in my
face no more
And why I can't seem to live without her
And if I pray could He send her back to me one day
Cause Heaven too crowded, everytime I think
Trap house trap house
Trap house trap house trap house
Bang it out in the Trap House
Grind it out in the trap house
All day in the trap house
false alarm
They want to do us harm like I'm nervous
Live inside a glass house
They want to bring us down
Then drag us out
It's all about niggas that
Thun (Queens in the house)
Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)
Not niggas I really met
in the house in a minute
Just chilling and waiting for sunlight to finish
You prolli waiting to live in the vision
I'm making for us like I been in
on the pack'll
Of nine cause my rhymes do 'em in like rifles
Stress the word, so you know I live trifle
MC's, metamorphosize to digest
Days from a faze and my
Don´t mean
I want to sit around my house and watch TV
I want the real life
I want to live the real life
Jackson Jackson was a good kid
He had four
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
it's hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder
I guess by then you'll be ready
Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box
Is
was drivin Off in a bentley yea just give me
One good reason why i cant live
Life like the five seasons
Yung boss ughh youngest of five
Shit barely
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