Lyrics:
on the side with some choppas
I'm throwin' up fours like my name is Klay Thompson
Ayy, some loose screws, with me, tryna put somethin' to sleep
Make you post
wanna be no where near you
Naw naw naw I don't wanna hear you
Cover my ear like the monkey emoji
I just sit back and do me and wait till you
Embarrass
inside
I hope that you can't fall asleep
Toxins in my mind
Cuz you put poison all over me
I think we both have different versions of love
I can't keep
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
Like
I'm not too sure what kind of love making person you are
At the end of the day, but
Would you say
That you mainly try put on music in
Gilly
How your man caught a body for you
You left him starving and that's why
You can't come back to Philly
Tell these people how you no
Longer
I got this monkey on my back
Dream of money when I nap
Can’t sleep comfy with no racks
The road get bumpy when u slack
Got this monkey on my back
anyplace
And if that sounds heretical, my source is
Pretty good: Matthew, Five to Seven
The Sermon on the Mount
You haven't found any answers for
Yourself
all I did before
Seven days was put my head down in class
Tryna make the time pass, we could go
It was a long time for me, when you got back
You was
Lookin' at everybody, is you home
You can't pick it up or answer on the phone
Wait a minute, yeah, by you, I'm the banana
Poppin' in your mall, put that
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
I've done some dumb shit, and I'm probably gon do some mo'
You shouldn't hold that against me though (Why not?)
Why not? My music's all that I got
But
out this poverty stricken place
How everything been taking place? I'm on papers, so my PO said I can't
Put us all in the hill, might as well just start
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
can't you remember being my age?"
He said, "Let me tell you son, seems like just yesterday
That your grandpa sat me down, and tried his best
the living room
Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
together the nights that we ride
In the impala, you were always right there by my side
With my hand on my pistol bible on the other side
Duffle bag full
"Then why the hell you with me huh? Why the fuck you with me?
Whatchu think I need you, you think I need THIS shit?!"
[Chorus: Gina Thompson
jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi spins
take my chain in DC
I had to leave his ass wet
We ain't gon' speak on that all black shit
Tell the truth
Migos my family, so nigga fuck you
Okay! (free
but lazy
You can't come around me, you complacent
Do shit on my own so they won't say they made me
Ask around we strapped up like the navy
Put that boy
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