Lyrics:
family friends
Sticking with me through thick and thin
BRIDGE
Sunday comes watery eyes -- Monday I’m about to cry
Tuesday noon feeling blue -- Ready
the picture's painted
You got the point
And that junk's creeping into my solo joint
Sometimes I feel God in the middle of the night
In the cool of the shade
they come out of, and how can I get in it to win it?
Like a raffle ticket pickin'
If you feelin' something, guess who get the sticking
I got this Ital
but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switching, like tight ass after sticking
Man listen, stop your crying
the sticking
[Black Thought:]
I got this Ital mad up close and personal
The first I find to violate,
I shall retaliate with realisms for their whole local
Sports is
Dribble in the club, I lay up with two draft choices
Hit the center, touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Ooh-wee, oh Lord, she don't
by fire (They were!)
You think you sweat because I'm ice (ice baby)
See my vocab's on point
That's why I'm sticking to it (I'm sticking)
They
Well i'm back on my old route, guess I'm sticking to some shit that i know bout
I should prolly head home now, only thing is I don't know if i can
you ain't the victim
Then tell me who running
I'm shooting
You slipping
Break backs
Never bricking
Play golf
Like I'm sticking
Pull out
We go sticking
that's my mood
How the fuck you thugging nigga? yeah
You ain't got no tool
These niggas hoes and rats, yeah
They ain't sticking to the rules
How you
two seat
Turnt the heater and bang
Like my niggas from the hunters
Shout out Bubble, what up Getta
Sticking to my plans, rap for my fans
Hootchie, lent
punk-ass niggas know
Fucks with me, it's a must you bleed
Catch me New York cruising
Sticking and moving
Smoking that sour diesel on point every
Time that I
relating to a team's place of origin)
This place on the map (on or into the point)
Said it ain't where ya from (of which something is directed)
It's where
ain’t got no time to play (Woohoo)
Yeah life done changed since I made a lil change (Yeah)
But I’m sticking to my guns, and I won’t shoot before I aim
to break up
To catch the feelings that I when we make up
Legs up, suicide, north side
We never count points when we courtside
Let's pretend I ain't your
to be blocked
I'm gonna live on solid rock
Well I'm sick of potential
I'm sick of vanity now
I'm sticking to essential reality now
I don't know
on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Fixx
Sticking to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new
to break up
To catch the feelings that I when we make up
Legs up, suicide, north side
We never count points when we courtside
Let's pretend I ain't your
One special brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don't do it no more,
I won't find peace of mind,
Rolling around on the floor.
The point I
Last night a voice said “This is the end”
But I'm sticking around, I'm on the mend
Last night a voice said “Don't give up your gun”
I've worked too
but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switching, like tight ass after sticking
Man listen, stop your crying
and learn from the master
The walls of my home feature bodys in the plaster
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze
With my favorite weapons
Vegetables to social media
They got you hooked up to the web
Like a hospital bed
They’re never leavin ya
But what’s the point of being a
Being
If your not
This is not a game, but I’ll never loose
Hit that snooze button
You be snoring like a baby
I am like a boar with rabies
I got three points Mercedes
I
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