Lyrics:
think I know why
They're trying to make me distrust my own eyes
I can see you in my house
(You don't own your fucking house)
I did not sign up to that
Hog marleys exotic
Call my name what we on
Still working out in the dojo
Extended clips one double Os
Trap jump no pogo
Crème flip the moto
F a m fam
for a sec
Then I had to get a mic check
(Like ? your family caught wreck)
I gots no pops to snatch me up and say, "What are we gonna do?"
Here's my
homies (French)
Niggas say they rooting for me (Rooting)
But them niggas ain't supporting (They fake)
With A Dollah & A Dream
I did this shit all by my
a stash house
They can smoke me all night until they pass out
I'm cool with pops and I'm cool with moms
But they don't know that we cool, me and you
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it
only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggas it
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
If I Speak
In The Trap Like Mouse 7 Days Out The Week
I Do Waffle House Numbers 20 Dollars For A G
His This Blunt 3 Times Put A Nigga Ass To Sleep
want I hold the tools
Cant put your hands on me, I know my rules, I know your laws
I know every loophole you throw at me, read every clause
Step in
it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
I'm comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix
begging for a bite
Tell me this since you're so smart with the economy
How much does Pence charge when you want to hit the sodomy?
I thought you'd know
shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
I need more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three hots
and me
Riding with my baby
Fresh and vibrant
Carolina
This house ain't a home when you're gone
So come over, come over, come on
The one place the world is
as the tune smacks
(Square in the butt) Pete gave me the cue
So I'ma put up or shut up until my jam is through
But for now I want to freak em, so I'll embark
walking if you're talking the grape vine
I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand.
Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man
From
these pics, I want my niggas back
Girls say they love me, it isn't that, I steal their heart then give it back
I'm responsible for everything that's
Wishing you could just reach out
Don't know why you gotta do me like that
When I'm down
I just listen to Beach House
Cos it only sounds good when you're sad
i got busted for havin' the well known rave drug, speed, innit!'
'you're fukin' jokin' me, son...tell me more about it'
'serious, it all started out
B.G.)
I took off fuck the law
Lookin for B.G.
Sayin that I killed a nigga around the club last week
Get out the same ride in a big body
So I flip
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