Lyrics:
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
might make a visit
Buying out the park you gon' hear the crickets
New level with the music adding beat switches
Producers mixing up the pot in huge
My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo
To the back, she must be inside and can't hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her
stick my head up my dick is
Being sucked down, by a bitch named what now
I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange stars
Look
That's the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT
Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens (uh-huh)
But when we come home, that don't
to this heavenly
Young God every time I bless a beat
W-w-w-walk around town like I got my dick out
Heads up high, checking how my new mix sound
Fell in
But I didn’t make a sound
Boom goes the dynamite
Play by play break it down
Threw my hands above my head
And yelled how you like me now
Kerri Strug
Music how we get paid
Not these little dudes
That's rapping just for the check
I get honored for my efforts for real
I been a threat
I'm at necks heads
'cause I got love on the list
High powered juice where I
Don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and
Get hugs from the misses
Pounds from my brothers
I grew up in a century of popularity and paying paper for property
So I to take part in this humanity way of living
Of drugs, drinking, heads
a music hiatus
Cause we be taking trips to Jamaica
Just to get away take a vacation
A little bit of sun when I wake up
I feel the love in the bed ask
As I sit by the water steps away from where we sat
I remember you sitting there with me, your dog's head in my lap
But now
As the sky is gray
them head on
My music is my therapy, a way to stand strong
I've been knocked down, but I will always rise again
A champion in this rap game, I'm here
with his number
He told me to hit him up so I did thinking it was nothing
He said that he's been listening
Really fucks with my music
So how in the fuck
got air in my chest
Move these particles with sound
Polo shirt with the crest
Bright orange like the sun when it sets
I'm blessed uh
Spin the vinyl when
with him like Fin
It's three months, gotta get on the track so I can go in
I remember back I made music on my earbuds
That was two years ago CBLAST is
pop at wrist
Not a flex I'll show you what music is
This my sound it's how an hold myself
They told me be myself to get up out my town
But now I'm in
The block
I said stop
Come outside
The sky is blue
Polka dot clouds in the sky
Don't even hit me with that oh my god it's so hot out
Shut the fuck up and come
Party time, yeah, get your shoes on, you have a car, shit, get your cruse on
Let's all head to the Rivergate skate, back in the day, I'd say around
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
hold of the mic tight tonight's the night
The vibe is live pump up the base
I got tentacles coming out my face
I rise into the air cut myself open
Warm
Welcome back to Mega Nasty Rich we're talking about following your passion I mean that's what you hear every single day a speaker comes in they talk
hot, baby (baby)
I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (ah)
I don't fight fair,
hot, baby (baby)
I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (ah)
I don't fight fair,
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