Lyrics:
This is the true story about mackin'
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Times are changin' (Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(yeah)
Blazing out the sunroof, off them mushrooms, imma chase that
No more stealing, dealing xannies, pockets they gon stay fat
Stay close to the Wesson,
the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it
damn I walk around like I know I'm the shit
You still play on bratz dolls so go through a fit uh
Got my camou's on Gi joe's be the fit
If she furry still
thousand i'll leave your state
(H.A.W.K.)
down south these bezeltines an baggets
so much ice you could bobsled off my chest
(Lil' Flip)
down south we sip
so we brang some more
Didn't ring too much so we rang some more
Even on tag put blades in skin
Fuckboys schemin', I ain't takin' them in
Me and bro got
to party, we came to party, we came to party
Aiyyo, step in my area, and I'ma bury ya
Tha Likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier
So
and exact
So he can understand
You can count on me
Like the Gap Band
And we 'on fuck
Wit' Jake
Or the fat man
And we know
What's at stake
And that's them
feeling from
Yourself on the inside
There's so much upkeep on that
Shit so much upkeep on
A lie but at least everybody else is cool
With how you carry
i handle
As much as that’s necessary nigga
Ain’t much more that you could tell me nigga
So obessed with these dreams, i been planted the seed
Never
Yea, mami jus like that bend down grab ya ankles, do it for crack
Damn should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna
And I know that it musta been fate how we touch so much
You a chick that I hate cause I love so much
Me and You can get paid throwin' dubbs so much
ain't me
All that other shit
I don't really let it faze me
So much pain built up and I
Just let it make me
And nobody goin' do it so
I just gotta save me
Billboard climbin'
[Fat Joe]
Yeah uh
Yo Don Carta' bomb harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me without the mini-shotti
Just waitin' for
bread, now she giving me cake
I want more, that's too small of a plate
Appetite big so I need me a tray
Young nigga, still making a way
Nah, they can't see
to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will
in me
I'm meant to be so much more but
Blinded by greed
It's easy to
Lose sight of me
Hear me out
Maybe I can change it from the inside out
Burn down
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
a friend to me
Fat Joe, he call me literally, put me on a track instantly
Caribbean connection put me all the way up
What goes up must go down, so Thugga
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
lies in the
skull
Like the coronal suture
So I write truly fat shit for the core audience
But sometimes I wonder does it really exist?
'cause true
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used
more will I roam
For there will be contentment, and my heart will be at ease
Where the bellbird's call at evening floats on the mountain breeze.
So ring
the last bullet" tattooed
So I remember the real ones in life (Joe Harrow)
I lost so much hours being awake at night my eyes started to drown
I felt so much
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