Lyrics:
nother crew do what we do we the mans
And we demand to be recognised
All my idols blinded by their own lies
We just livin this life for the high nights
a couple bookworms
Have a few cubs and retire by 55
Yeah you feeling like the man cause you still young inside
But mama always said study hard, such
polo
Don't touch that's ah no no
Get weed by the boat load
All Natural cologne bro
You hoe hoe
For calling the po po
In town full of chomos
They so broke
the table
All by himself he stopped
To greet the seasons
He met an old man
He met a young man
He met him on his way
He met him everyday
Together
They
motherfucker would love to see me fall
Like that, that
When we sell this load
We'll have twice what we started with
Yeah it's that old mackin' fast
Old
Man
Lost my dawg in the staircase, took the highest spot on the podium
Ghost niggas probably smokin' to the thought of knowin' us
They lost a part
I was nine years old when daddy first touched me
At 15 I ran away and never stopped running
I met a man who took me in 'cuz I was pretty though
He
and dirty, dressed in rags
A from the day, my mama told me boy, you pack your bags
And we was sittin' ducks for the police man
They found a dirty faced kid in
I don't want niggas to hear it and then be old when it drop
You know what I'm saying
All right, move it, move it, man
You already know, man
You know
I just blew a couple racks and I dont even know why
Smoking this gas got me walking on water
And the old nigga mad cause I hit his daughter
Dont be
in him, I'll never understand. But it's a sorry life to live lovin' a sharecroppin' man."
His back is nearly broken by the time his day is through
life
But he was pulled from the mud in the Etowah River
By the man y'all despised
(Ko-ko Joe)
Ko-ko Joe
They called him the Etowah River swamp rat
me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport, in this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
demons I can't stop it
I got too much sins
Hey, hey
It's the twenty-three, twenty-four
However the fuck old
Always hate it when it rains
Always dressing
old love in Style I never swiped on her face
Come from the days with the Myspace page
Trying to be all the rage filling out surveys
And damn, they were
the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
If you known you shoulda shown the way
Mosta the hood 'bout
I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas,
man
Be wise and grow old
The last one to land
I took my first step
The village was my family, man
Green hands also help
You keep your sight clear, man
the five finger discount
And I have to keep my eyes on you
Hey, yeah
Guard your soul, man, these streets ain't the old days
Guard your pockets, too
Make
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
a bit
You ain't a boss if you ain't never got your hands dirty
Good with the .15, your honor gave a man thirty
I just paint a picture like I'm Stan
We switch lanez with the whip
F*** it
Me and my n**** lit
Riding dirty with no lic
I say F*** police
Man i'm lit like a furnace
Burn up all these trees
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