Lyrics:
up on ya you better be alert
If you don’t break the cycle you get rebirth
Y’all be reaching too much to let y’all get a free verse
I’ll give ya'll
And these niggas be talking too much
But they cannot compare to us
Remember nobody cared for us
Now they all wanna fuck with us Ok
And they bitch wanna fuck
On the net lagging too much, the latency
I slide in a ghost like a mystery (Mystery)
I slide in a fantom, don't know my identity (Identity)
I got the K' like
They talk a whole lot,
Don't mean too much,
A pizzan like me, I've seen too much
Can't bother with these frauds, if you scheming, What?
One call,
ain't workin'
You grab the bottle and the gun
And you sit down on the floor all alone
But it's too late, in the heat of passion
Somebody better call
Yuhh
Yuhh
Yuhh
I been dropping so damn much, it's unpredictable
Keep my gun on my lap like Ja Morant up in the club
Bad bitch grabbing on my
telling lies
But I ain't shocked, it's no surprise
Loui said the angels are watching me
Means too much to me so fuck what you believe
Talking down on my
for me, cause these haters scheming on the low
Pray for me, cause a young nigga stay fly
Pray for me, too much pride hold my head high
Pray for me,
call me Bootsy, but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit,
call me Bootsy, but I call it timin'
That's while I keeps on grindin' (that's right)
To the point where a nigga can't stop
Too much feelin' this shit,
This whole situation keep pushing us
We have lost too much is this a judgement day
Hundred levels inside dungeon bay
Final boss white hood KKK
A M E R I
You know somebody swung on me & cut me?
(Come on come on come on)
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(Come on come on come on)
Is
a perfect painting
Unfortunately, only you appreciate the vision
Your disposition reeks of anger, angst, and much attrition
Too many pieces missing from
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
smacker when I'm off the nutcracker
Barry Sanders on hoes, hell of a cut backer
Slut back up, too much act up
Ain't no cash behind you, I got too much
head
It's like a mental lapse
Just give me some space
Is that too much to ask
I've been on the run
And now I can't look back
Time goes by too quick
What
these words come out my mouth
It’s not too late to change
There’s always time to turn it around
But first you gotta put the gun down
But first you gotta
he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all want
the streets had him
Knowing full where the harsh Reality could land him
Shorty tried talking to him he making too much listen
He beefing everybody He really
, too, too much posse
Yeah, I threw a party, much people came by
I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly
Sittin' in my room,
blinded by the lights
The good life, the gold plated mics
While our life's on the line, rolling dice
We can be so much more, so much more
If we weren't
gonna do?
Help me
Can't get her off my mind
I'm drinking too much wine
I'm burning up inside
If I could touch her face
or take her out some place
You know it's rainin', and the TV ain't workin'
You grab the bottle and the gun
And you sit down on the floor all alone
But it's too late, in
pow, pow)
I think I'll pick him off and just knock him out
Imma save myself and imma rock it out
He talking too much he won't pop it out
He got cold feet
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