Lyrics:
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
That shit should be a hate crime
Free bro, I wish we could FaceTime
And I know this shit gon' take Time
And I grind all day, can't waste Time
Got your
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
Well, I reckon now’s a good time
To tell you ‘bout a good man
Who tried to help the world
Finally understand –
That it’s so wrong to judge another
By
girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike
Fuck it moron, snorting Oxycontin, wearing
ho's puckerup tryna get them to slide
that's on our mind getting high all the time (we tryna fuck!)
We hustle hard, hope the fiends buy all the dimes
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
and over again now
(For all the women and men)
Over and over and over and over again now
(Here we go again)
[Verse 1]
He was a fly young cat, 23 to be exact
To turn one another, to the sign at the time float your climb.
Watching the world, watching all of the world,
Watching us go by.
And you and I climb over
(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like an erection)
(Ain't shit to fool with)
(Hard like an erection)
Young black male
(Hard like
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
It's my time to get over and I got on my blinker
So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel
what is truth, what is right and what's not
Yo I must
goin' in,
Through the front door on clarence go through the back with the mack 10
Lay it down, hand it over,
I told ya, don't be stingy nigga or death is
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
me Jim Baker from Ohio
To Texas we so infectious A-T-L to S-T-L is going to be hard to catch us I'm talking
Bout weed, pills, sippin' on bar,
to the party over
Power Verse
Ball player,
go player
Everybody wanna be a shot caller, baller
I could be
whatever I believed
I salute whoever with me
(with me,
Lying in my back pocket
I know it won't be long
Before I hit that bottle high
Going at it strong
First shot is always
The sweetest one
By the time
Govern your mental
Like the People's Temple
These Jim Jones motherfuckers
Got us limited
To throwing stones
The pressure's on for the dollar
Welcome
Our president's brains
Splattered all over Texas times have not
Become more violent they have
Just become more
Televised does anyone think the Civil
War
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
I thought I told ya
Hard times got my mind on cock, and massive thoughts be the plot
Top priorities the family dope and royalty
My loyalty, fiends
for me that I can't do for myself
I feel it vanity's taking over
The family's lacking closure
The person I "pretend" to be's becoming a best friend
the streets)
Hard to ignore them stories of
Th minorities killing minorities
Ignoring authority sound a whole
Lot like Jim Crow if you wanna
Ask me, wake up
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