Lyrics:
Just near the old railroad tracks
See the bum with the sign that reads
Hard times, hard times come again no more
That bum he died last week
Shot by some
By riddling our streets with bullet shells and narcotics
Most people think that shit cool, think again
Why you think they call it the trap playboy
I made something
Outta nothin
You can say that I'm creative
In the hood they bump me cuz they know that I done made it
Playboy he stay faded
There's
four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creepin' or speakin'?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful, "Is he in critical?"
I'm just like you
And all my thoughts are your thoughts too
Don't get exited, we got nothing new
But it's a beautiful thing to know
In the crease
chess with Satan
But he's in the ninth, couple floors down in the basement
The world can be so cold I think I'm gonna freeze inside this realm
Burn
cowards talking
Lots of W's, plum outta losses
Sunshine, moonshine boutta blow to stardust
DR twenty twos, can't just run it, pace chomping
Dirt off my
(Da-da-da-da-da-da) --> Suzanne Vega
He-he-he-ha-ha-ha...
[ VERSE 1 ]
Daddy's little girl, but not the girl that daddy knew
Daddy never had a clue
drugs and lay around girl get the fuck out my bed (yeah)
She say I'm a playboy I said "Nah, just wear whole lot of red" (what, what)
He said he got
of grey dirt
4 prophets spread the holy gospel of Gods word
All knowing, all places, intelligent movement
Symbolised as the goat worshipped by his
they'll chase after any pair of skinny legs and thick thighs
Cannibals without a conscience
Class deficient
Playboys
No mansions just guest rooms and club
smart, you a queen
It's more then just sex cause ya vibe is elite
Shawty you, gifted
How you move, different
I'm with it
I go by Exander you Queen
jump off this ship
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
Get off my dick, get off my dick
in an old wine barrel
37 bullets in a Buscadero
37 bullets in a Buscadero
High planes drifter walking half asleep
Haunted by the promises that he
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
the sleepless nights so it seems
I heard em say if the wounds open let it bleed
You'll see who's true by the pool that you leave
I miss my brother man, why'd he
To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son
He died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone
He didn't die hard, in the end he just
(woo)
My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye (shine)
You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by (whoa)
Put the birds in my
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way them playboy rings
My mother stole from you
Well Nate finally got 'em back
laughin' at me
And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
And I still have to get you back for that shit
And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother
cocksucker mights be evil, but he am a prince! now he be talkin' de vernak-luh, I's findin' it consid'rubly mo' cornvemient to in- demnify wit his
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold.
Once, amid the soft, silver sadness in the sky,
There came a man of fortune, a drifter passing by.
He wore
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