Lyrics:
fucking cold out
I’ve got nothing to hold onto now
Listen to me at the motherfucking end
I’m walking
With the rhyme and this is nothing, man
Shit, when I go
exotic only
Aww man know bro be down to blow it
These niggas ain't real all end up folding
See how his bitch with me she gone end up blowing
CRV's,
the fame
Bide your time
Cause at the end of the day
Monkeys dont die
Yo monkeys dont die
So sit there and bide
Await the wave but simmer the tide
I’ll take
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
Mister, have you tickled the witness
He couldn't catch his breath in the storm
Man, you've got to love your position
You're feeding baby food
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
youth
With dudes in the drug loot
Feelin' henny "SHOOT"
My nigga Will still here
Man I wish it was truth
Buried in his favorite shit
FILA sneakers
bump to take the pain out
cause if he wasn't high he probably blow his brains out
he's hopeless, this shit was in us as a baby
Taylor be
niggas, I don't know them?
This nigga looking at me like he want some
Pistol to his face if he owe some
My niggas keep them tools make 'em blow some
grown a man in me
When i blow up
Yep them Burch's kept me in the churches
Shoutout to my wife the ispiration to my verses
Yep them haters kept lurking
I
The peanut vendor's on his way
At dawning that whistle blows
Through every city, town, and country lane
You'll hear him sing his plaintive little strain
blue...
Pressing play up on my mans never will mute , unless he pay me for my silence ima real mule...
Stubborn ass nigga always keep a big tool , & I still
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
it
Plus I got a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin' by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him want
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
Punk ass niggaz man
Niggaz don't know man
I better let all their brainz blo nigga
Man listen
Let the madness begin nigga, let it begin
Let
yourself
and if you had a fat calf bring that in her stead.
So he brought me my bereaved son.
When the calf saw me,
he broke his tether, ran to me and shed
to his face if he owe some (Bang bang)
My niggas keep them tools and
Make 'em blow some (Grraa)
OTF, they riding for Sosa (Sosa)
Riding with my hitters
the Captain as this
Earth is getting darker
We stand firm living by
His standards praying that
Man turns leaving what man's learnt yeah
I'm living with the end
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
tryna shoot
it in his chest I keep a blick up on my side, I ain't putting
on no vest Johnny came down, he said he need a tester
If she ain't got no bank,
don't want you
Bruh think he the man, I'll knock him off his macho
Gettin' all this cheese, you would think my name Nacho
Smokin loose leaf to the face,
in his fucking grave
And I can say this once again
You can cry but you'll still die
They'll be no tears in the end
it bite
You want smoke with gang
You might well kill yourself
And end the night
He might blow his brain
Stressed Out
Hit a black, you'll be alright
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