Lyrics:
the dude that always do right by you?
The dude who'd do it all for a few nights with you?
A few fights with you and i'm sick of your mouth
Never thought I'd
is for him and you
Life's a mystery except for these hidden clues that I'm giving you
Living through every minute you get a few little interviews
wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in
Biles wit that bag imma flip
I get live for them pesos
Taken trips to the A for the payroll
Oh and we got them cakes by case loads
Something put away in
Wrapped in a mystery
Long over due for drops of love
And some victories
A few trips
Plant a quick one on your neck
Mwuah!
And a few more on your chest
& Tina told me love is just a second hand emotion
So I keep the blade by the bunk sharpened cause I heard 100k will pay for a trump pardon
Come get
yeah
Just a few but I've grown from that
Got my head where my shoulders at
Got a blessing gotta go for that
Everything the team do you know it's so
the rari, I want the rollie
I want the cartier and the truck
I came for the money, I came for the glory
Stayed for the cocaine and the drugs
Lace 'em
pull up but i'm telling the truth
I got too many just riding
I need a couple that die for me to
You could tell by the drip
You are not living like this
Locked and loaded I keep that 9 I'm always toting
He speak on my name well that get noted
Got a bullet for his name want his brain to hold it
Hop up
chances for the wicked
Made my darker days be full moons, where all the goons can kick it, uh!
My life's explicit, killer style, few 'shrooms and mix it
feel like I am too blessed to worth less than mansions
How comes, I'm riddled with greatness but man shuns
This capacity for creativity, ambition
But
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
frown cause he aint amused
By the tainted views of the sainted few who claim danger looms
So smoke paints his rooom
Now his anger brews and gangs persue
back
Why is that? A select few are blinded by the cash,
The be selling their souls to the devil like Spinal Tap
Why is that? That same select few are
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the safe
I take it all, still be the last to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it killed for a few chips
keep it gangsta
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Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit {repeat}
even though I was sleeping,
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody
by day
Though a few old dreams may be gay
Play orchestra
Play orchestra
Play orchestra, play
Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired
Remember, I finally accounted before he expired
They tell me there's a peaceful place, I want to see it
by day
Though a few old dreams may be gay
Play orchestra
Play orchestra
Play orchestra, play
a trail of craters
I am way too Canis Major, et tus?
Let me guess, you tout the brave few
Then make Jesus take the wheel by day two
I don't really pander
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
turned to ashes
But I still have a love for living
By loving you I've only just begun
Love is never easy when it's given just by one
I'm just a picture
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