Lyrics:
lost but I'm right back on it's my path
I brought my backpack all my life I had flaws so I lacked by far but I'm fast
You've seen my past but not all my
Random moments, I'm mad as fuck and I'm sad as fuck
Too much death, this shit addin' up, bro I had enough
Just lost my bitch and I can't even feel
(I'm going straight to 50,000 biatch!!!)
Thuglife niggaz (I'm out on bail)
Out on Bail (Hey, hand me some motherfuckin' Colt 40's from the fridge
advance
Put the gun down throw these hands
Only time not second chance
Brodie told me ain't no recording
He gone slide off on his manz
40 thick like peanut
escape?
Stuck on a trip, my soul on a spaceship
Flying by myself, all the time I be wasting
Feel like a king, got your bitch up on my ding-a-ling
If she
Hoped to discover my peace in this world
I can't even find the time of day
Lost in a lover, daydream of a girl
She don't even know my name
Bloody
The wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
And the writing carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts
The primitive took hold
I stood
a blind out on the B and O
Talullah's friendly, Belzoni ain't so
A forty-four will get you ninety-nine
I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows
of lookin' at my feet
All the secrets that I keep
My heart is barely hangin' by a thread
Hangin' by a thread
Oh, look at me, at all I've done
I've lost
like stop breakin' my balls
Threw up my hands and gave 50 Grand a call
I told him to put me down cause the sacks pay a lot
Now I'm throwin' rocks,
the 40 in my tights
I'm about to take my life
I just said my last goodbyes
I just lost the fight
I put 42 on myself and I died
And I hate myself for
When I'm all by my lonely
Swear that pain hittin different
Don't speak on my feelings
Won't nobody there the listen
Foot up on that gas
Had my mind
dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time,
dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time,
hands
We don’t hold hands - we don’t hold hands
Gotta earn ya own way we hold no hands
I pledge allegiance to my gang I’m forever solid
Before I ever give
'til I'm lost, scattered
All my happiness is soon to rot
Don't you release your thoughts if I can't handle it, handle me
Do you even know my mentality
I
an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet
blunts drinking rum
Lost my job lost my home now I'm all alone
Fuck all's everything I own so I smoke and drink my pain away
Tell me baby how can you say
back around
Breathe
I need to be received by something
Breathe
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
And I almost lost my mind
just hand the ball back to me
Catastrophe, you cannot tackle me
Running back, I'm a beast when I drive through
No peace to my rivals
I'm hitting like
god damn , now we gotta deal witt dis nigga again Huhh
Forty in my whip don’t jam you reach for my neck diss shii gon blam huh
I was just for lookin
Needed a hand and they ain't have one for me (nah)
It was hard to touch a band, now your man up forty (yeah)
He had a vision back then, word to my nigga
time
I'm trying to measure my life span n hold my wife's hand
While walking on white sand doing that money dance
Keep my strap on my night stand my hand
on the street
Don't look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me
Then it all went to my head
Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead
Tell the pigs I did it
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