Lyrics:
See round here you gotta mumble
'Cause these hoes is like Dumbo
Boy these hoes is cut throat
Stop talkin' when you cuddle
I be by the plug though
shady, got us in the poor
I don't feel so good
Been in asylum, I'm new to this
Been in hiding like a fugitive
They don't know who I am or why I'm even
in need, a who there when am poor, now them go enjoy, who work go chop, life no turn by turn oooh yeah
VERSE 1:
The rich man don't care about the lane
I've been up all night just singin'
This same old song,song,song
And I can't get it
Through my head
That man she's gone,gone,gone
I'm pushin' all
want you to stay.
Dawn go away,
Please go away.
Baby, don't cry.
It's better this way.
Ahh, ahh, ah.
Ohh-ohh-oh.
Dawn,
Go away back where you belong.
been spitting vulgar like the Beatles
All of y'all saying stuff like life now is a movie
Ruining the mood bro All your tunes are looney
You stupid losers
my way, take a boat from the river and I'd bury the old man.
I'd bury him at sea.
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth.
Better
out for the homies
Looking out for the cops
Game hard like a rock
Man this shit don't ever stop
Sickness here and diseases there
Everybody on lock
It's
your mind
Expand your mind
Expand your mind
Expand your mind
In time, in time
Call this, the blind man talk, cripple man walk
See nor hear not
your ass broke, ass poor
Boy this ain't enough
I need some fucking more
Talking down bitch when she can't show me fifty
Hoes watching me
Better watch
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
He's a mental giant, they said I was narcissist
He's a mental giant well narc' assist this
Trick (trick)
Yeah (yeah)
Strange Music baby
He's
{"Testify!"}
[Styles P:]
Time I testify, listen
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.?
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real
And why nobody flip when
How much can one man take
Before he breaks
Before he breaks?
Isn't it just great
To see the politics of this age
They're fake
These counterfeits give
Piles! Some know of me as a playa
I'm in this game to rid of losers that's taking space up
I'm in my zone. Man to man they won't guard me face up
I'm
Anything you need
Baby let me know
They don't understand
I understand
Since its evident I'm the man
Kiss the ring on a nigga hand baby
Tryna put your feet
Well, the summer day make a white man lazy
Well, all I've ever known is poor
Owe my skin to the country store
Throw my walls, my roof, my door
An open
He hit me in my face
So Imma the one to choke him
What a joke man
This some bullshit
Everybody after be the running with a full Clip
Slip
can’t overstand why-y-y
How the rich up on the hilltop so high-I-I
And the poor man in the gully them a die-I-I
But the poor they are thankful
Though they
the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it
the rappers that's gone
Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it
tall drink of water
Onward rich man, poor man
cll the while
Let your wonder woman
Ride by your side
Let her pull the wool down
From your eyes
There's
high don’t wanna land
Loving all my tracks baby girl, I know
Wanna drop 100 bands on my wrist life goals
Yea I know that I’m the man make these bitches
hair and played guitar in a barefoot band like this,
Well on with story, I don't wanna bore ya so I'll get to the which-a-what I'm talking about
See I
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