Lyrics:
socks
And the drummer played at a solid pace
And a taste of the bass was in my face
And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer
Of the funky junky
open house on a school night
Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights (Uhh, hehe)
PPP strictly don't give a fuck (Uh-huh)
And Brick City niggas
hire somebody to chew my food
I'm an upwardly mobile dude
This is the life!
They say that money corrupts you
But I can't really tell
I got the whole
The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid
The message was lost in transmission
That's often in a free elemental form
Nuggets and grains
The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid
The message was lost in transmission
That's often in a free elemental form
Nuggets and grains
Chanel purses
I had a solid gold diamond encrusted book
The sole purpose was to hold important verses
Claustrophobic, they tried to bound me in COVID
a futuristic whip look like a time machine
Old school dropped a lil one fine machine
Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine
Dog food with
save
It'd be the only one
If Africa escapes starvation
Not only food but education
The desert grows with every minute
Trapping everybody in it
Change like the weather
Solid as a rock, small piece of leather
But well put together
Flames are endeavors
Time to find out that game makes it better
that cal fresh and cal word flip
We set up shop and sling nicks out our house
If police hit, ain't shit coming out our mouths (solid)
My day one
solid walls of sound
Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
Uh but they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird
front, that tray gram going up
That free [?] ain't no food, no showing up
That red lip with good kids with big dreams of blowing up
The Johnsons,
Coo-coo!
Coo-coo!
Coo-coo!
My coo-coo bird could swing.
See? My little bird couldn't eat no food,
He only loved to swing.
At six o' clock, he'd come
face
I ain't even tryin' to fuck
I'm just tryna get my money straight
It's all about who you know, what you make
Puttin' food on the plate
Live
save
It'd be the only one
If Africa escapes starvation
Not only food but education
The desert grows with every minute
Trapping everybody in it
like, like open hous on a school night
Animal House gettin thrown out for food fights, PPP strictly don't give a fuck
An Brick City niggas strictly
gotta be solid
Trippin' over what I write, that's nonsense
Gettin' mad over nothin', that's childish
Two girls comin' with me, that's balance
That's
Yeah, sellin' my own taste to put food on the dinner plate
I used to curb syrup but it was better on that interstate
You could tell what's on my belt
and Badass they was lil' niggas
Lil' wild niggas running 'round the hood
My nigga Slim Ru was in the joint doing ten
That's my solid nigga, on Bloods
My
At dark, you ain't gotta hide it
Keep it— metal gear solid
Lead the leaders, that's how you file it
Then clobber it
Low on energy, find peach cobbler
on reset
Cup of tea and a cigarette
I spent ten solid hours
Staring at the tele
Had a little bit of food
But I didn't have the belly
And I wanna sleep
But I
the fame
Industry jits all this shit just a game
I'm staying solid the way the remain
Just got loan i hit for 10k
I want the money ain't come for the fame
confined
No that's not me, a beast, I must roam free
So much to see, can't sit around as time depletes
Fast food receipts in between my seats
Nine to five,
to me
I stayed with them niggas who was there, ain't have food to eat
Break the bread for ramen noodles, niggas eating soup with me
I ain't dressing
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