Lyrics:
protective curtains and a mother's dress?
The news are on, it's five o'clock, you really fucking starred
"Man chased down, beaten, shat his pants" - look
me a rubber band
He said Nigga that's a twenty five
Trapping outside of the Cullinan
Moon roof you can see the sky
We got bitches here by the five
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
entertainment at the palm of my hands
This shit is overruling over action by popular demand
I remember the only when the only way to click music
Was the music
along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my
Moments like this
I numb the pain
By making music
What about that cash
What about that fam
How they feel about that
They gon slide bout that
(Fosho)
After
hair clean, it's not a fair game
Can't trust how they move, and his solitaire chain
His bust down Cuban with the new 'Rari truck
Cuts down the music
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
wanna be killa but not for reala
Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it
When
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do',
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
dawg lucky lost his brain
For 2 pounds of Mary Jane
By some one he use to hang wit and get blazed wit
And that was my awakening
It shook up my foundation
Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest
fine nigga
Music will speak for itself
I listen to legends making it clear very well yeah
Rapsody said I shouldn't worry about anything they told me
I'm
Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck
just shut the fuck up and pass me a donut
Yeah, what's happening?
Hey what's up Dre?
Ayo Doc, what's happenin' man, you hook that shit up with 5-0?
I
away and say they wanna talk
Once I talk about V Tech, get away
They don’t wanna diss this Asian
Think about V Chin
And how they bashed his shins in
In
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these g-damn food stamps don't buy diapers
and in the parking lot afterward
for a few minutes in the rain
I stood glowing with ideas of what I might try to convey
with this music. At that moment my
He's the star of the stage, and he screams all night
'Cause he can't get to sleep at all
And his favorite book, by the T.V. light, can't stop
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