Lyrics:
rising
We all smile
We all sing
Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by and I'm older
Memories smolder,
together once a year where all of her brothers and their families would agree to meet at my uncle's house in New Jersey and celebrate Christmas. My parents
Get your fuckin' Yankee fitted splitted when I spit it, spit it (woo)
Y'all faggot rappers funny as Saturday Night Live
Creep through in a white five
world
Stop meeting all those fucked up girls
You're really gonna making me freakin' hurl, for real
All my bad dawgs got good pearls
Drivin' 'round, they
straight
And my brother he doing a bid I can’t Reminisce
Back when I ain’t have shit
I prayed for a whole lotta money
And now I got money these bitches all
Peter Pan!
If you want to save Wendy,
come to my pirate ship.
Wendy! Wait for me.
I will go save you!
Wendy and her brothers
were captured by Captain
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
Caught 5 bodies by the same group homie wife's her don't you save her
Making projects in the projects countless hood stories
Why the toxic things in life
night, night, night there is laughter.
Here's to you brother hey brother ho.
Hey, hey, hey
Moscow, Moscow,
Throw your glasses at the wall,
And good
Long ago, when I was five
I snuck in the kitchen late at night
And ate a donut with a maple glaze
My father asked who ate the snack
I said that
brothers
*Beep* killed a cracker on his bike in the middle of the night
I think I shot him twice
Three more times to make it five all for 60 bucks
Now
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
a white guy to kill
Martin Luther King had a
Plan to kill all the white people
And the plan was good
But then he stepped his ass outside
Just to get some
old sea, aint you sick
& tired of all of this merde?
this incessant boom boom
& sand walk
Just gloom booboom & green
on foggy nights the fog is
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all
They do no good for me
I need your honesty
Aw vavy
I wasn’t thinking this far along
I wasn’t thinking about all that, I was just lusting and involved
I ain't impressed by a killer
I'm impressed by a hustler who's taking care his mother and his brother
And his significant other
Put his niggas in
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
sustainable the disquiet of that night.
It held under its arm a great extinguisher for a cap
To use in its darkest moments to exhaust its sap,
To obscure all
dirty
SC fo' thirty steering with my knee
Eating a plate of beef curry gives a fuck
I'm trying to trephinate the game
So play like Chinese good and get
the shit that a nigga risked
Reminisce all of them nights couldn't picture this
Now I got two bitches they Bi
They ain't even say hi but they just gave my
Jesus
I know a few niggas sniff coke and caught seizures
Peace to ten thousand seaters
And all y'all pretty ass Libras
My Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass
wanna
As he got older, he got even worse
'Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse
A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother
up on another's
All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took
Born and brought up
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