Lyrics:
Yeah I know it’s touchy I’ve been outta touch
I’ve been saying less by that I’m saying much
I know I use to show up for a lotta stuff but…
I don’t
have the weaka
Speak when spoken to, yeah I broke a few
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you
I make 'em do for us
and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty she was with the boys in the hood
'Cause I was due for her, she was becomin'
and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty she was with the boys in the hood
'Cause I was due for her, she was becomin'
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
This is no longer music, it's a celebration homie.
Let's make a toast (toast), to the young don,
And to the gangstas until they post pone,
fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
And don't you have a worry in the world
Words and Music by Jack Williams
one's for you Mr Music man listen to me
It go hype yea
That's right Mr Music man
You passed up now you feeling bad
You passed up wasn't feeling that
You
"Thanks Joseph, awesome music, uh, that was a good idea"/spoken by Dr McPherson in early april 2020)
(Verse: From "Cuse freestyle"/written late april
11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute
a storm comin'
Wish I could take it back to all my older music
Back when I had a thirst for the glory and a better a spirit
But some life events have really
I'ma get it bouncing like a B ball by Wade
Look, this is what the fuck I'm doing I just need a drink and music
Drown up in that swimming pool and let
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son,
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger
serve them dope boys
I see so many crack babies and laid bitches
Out by the bus stop hounded for a nigga's riches
I just fuck em' then duck em' and then
Shit, being rich, being rich is gangsta
Feel me
Cuz you got the freedom, you got the ability to, you know what I'm saying, look out for the whole
she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I
the rainbow
Yellows, reds and blues watch the ice dangle
Colorful things, full beams, no illusions
VVS clean gleam, no inclusions
Glamorous with the gangsta
Like Kanye and Diddy Eminem Dre for me
Like Weezy with it now and Pharrell with the chi
So I'm on a mission
Superstar point-of-view
Whatever you wishing
of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks?"
lookin' for silver linings
I feel like Robin Williams, laughin' to keep from cryin'
You'd understand too, if you only stood where I am
On the hills
folding up
Gangstas pull drive-bys
You can never hit me
Dropping the hit girl
Cux we gatta eat it
Oh no oh no oh no no o...
I'm not a gangster o
No no no no
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