Lyrics:
done with you
I love you so much
I'm triple the motherfucker
Mondo fisted, full of backwards
From banana town manor
My slang step like legless
and fled, not wastin' no time
Coppers tailin' my ass, breathin' all down my back
Now my Benz on the corner as I abandon the 'Llac
Grab the satchel full
anatomy
Head full of weave with the candy curls
Smelling all good and the tommy girl
And I can't say what the fucks out the south
Girl you bout the best
my wicked flow
Wu-tang on the go, never slow time to blow
Up so wuzz up, you better duck or get buck
Live cool shortie who don't give a flying fuck
So
Brain percentage ain't used to full potential
You're gone next week, only identified by dental
[Iriscience]
Dental records I checked and pressed for
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
for shuck and jive
So fresh and so clean and I'm looking extra fine
By the time I look alive he hit line
Saying he right outside homie and it's time
down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco
Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in
recovered, multiple shots
You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong
You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition
Touch ya, Hoo-Bang niggas who
daytime
Whole block a ghost town
Ghost ride, ghost face
G's get ghost in a moment
Pour a little for the ghosts of the dead homies
Deadpan voice singing tin
to Maintain Addicted to lines fuck the cocaine Another victory big daddy kane
Ain't no half stepping when the stage Is rap Setting
Time-line is full of begging
Want to taste some major?
Moto racer
I be on that
See you later
I'm alive and I'm lit
I don't waste time about shit
I shut shit down in the mix
Catch me
full cups
This life is worth celebrating so go and get your spirits up
Were all comin from a small town with dirt roads
A week of hard work it's
My first show? Boy i mean, yeah
Every rapper remembers his first show
I mean, every artist, full stop, no lie
That's su'in you never forget
And me,
Week in June I was born
I took form to take the whole world by storm
Ask the weather man why it got so warm
Armageddon has been in effect
You've been
full of tuff times and alot of pain;
Keeping in real in the streets got me through the rain;
Stayed solid with niggas but that don't mean shit;
You bet
save a ho that's fruity like a clementine
I got cash, I got credit, I got benefits I'm like a full-time position, like a therapist
I'm a dog, but I gotta
out
On the good things in life
And I just want to get to know you better
Show me what's on your mind
It's full of strangers in this town
No I don't want
a train on full throttle followed by godzilla
followed by a usr rocket my money so fire it give me
real hot pockets try to hate on sod aww bitch stop
it my
be from out of town
Funny, you don't know the concessions that you're making
Until you catalog 'em
And by then they're many and you're
I've got to leave now
Leave this frozen and overcrowded town,
And catch the first train,
Not knowing its destination.
I 'm gazing at people
Each
MaryJane, you're back in the news again
They're not bashing your name this time
MaryJane, you're back in the news again
But this time loving you
get stronger
[Verse 1:]
Just me and you, lets take the town over
You my best friend and a down soldier
At your apartments we can stack dollars
Griselda
Yeah, nigga
By fashion rebels
We take the blicks when we go to Quad, nigga
You seen what happened to Pac, right?
We ain't fuckin' with
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