Lyrics:
time since I found myself laughing
Too many people all up in my business
Two faced people, gotta burn some bridges
Life's no good when you can't outlive
in those
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
How
in those
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga B.I.G, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas that I'd die for
How
twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
"Who else could it be"
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
lies from the weak
No end
Seven days just spent
Counting ways to pretend
I'm not a number to them
And their friends
Monica paid more than Monique
couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today"
I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def"
They
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it could happen to you
But yeah It's true
I met Jamico when I went to high-school
They stayed around
to know when times right
I'll be satisfied when my breads thick
Can't let too many people in cause the plank will break like a breadstick
This shit is
be seeing me hang 10
That's too many bodies mayhem with a noose
I'll prolly make a beat
Then delete that shit
Then deny I did like the kid's Benghazi
not 'bout a check, then this shit don't concern me (what?)
I ain't sayin' it twice, you heard me (what, what?)
Too many fake niggas 'round me
Not in
my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin', my gills are flappin'
I
Ylh sir wla ghadi knocki din mok
I'm a boss fach sm3oni 7lo fmhom
One face and i got too many many flows
I can not lose kit5baw fi darhom fach kandoz
(that's right), J
Too many lies being told, it turned me into a cold individual
I stopped trusting people cause they made the trust pitiful
With lies
up with
Drove up to his house at 10 AM with her best friend
She woke the boy up and the second he was up
She said (inaudible) I can't do this anymore
I don’t want no friends I got too many enemies
I don’t want no friends I got too many enemies
Minding all my business they don’t want me to succeed
I
lame
I blow up my stereo
I’m hearing you, but I don’t like it
Ya know? There’s too many elements to rap
I’m giving you hell, when I smell it
It rotten in
clear (it was clear)
I took too much molly I can't hear (I can't hear)
I fucked so many hoes, I had to go and just switch states
Raf Simons on my jeans
ya
When I MC I get other MC's pissed
Off like when a bitch flops ya
Let me tell you something
About Skepta's girl yeah? Yo, yo
She had sex too many
a bitch yeah I can tell by how he stand
Pistol in the party glock 2-7 make ya dance
I got money on my mind I barely kick it with my friends
Yo ho just said
about his x girl that he dicked her
I got phat sounds in my ride
Way too many friends that have died
I got a baby girl to look after
I play the role
Been drowning for too long my lungs full
Don't know how to maneuver this obstacle
It's impossible
How I feel this way
Where the options go? Uh
Been
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