Lyrics:
to go
All the hard work hard work
If you're lazy go to work
Been in the mud 5 minutes
And I just stained my damn shirt
'Cuz I'm a
Mud digger
I
then you way too late
I don't want no kids in a world full of hate
I got a lot of shit that I'll be takin' to my grave
There's a lot of shit I can't say
Surrounded by my 2nd most important thing my family
Raised around of love & music so soft & sweet
So in 2004, I made my first beat, but before that
Pops put
I know they want me to put up the pen
And just quit with the rapping, it won't never happen, no
For the minutes that I been in it
I'm a killer
Hold on for a minute
You jumping to conclusions
I need a solution
And I can't quit it
Now hold on for a minute
Now hold on for a minute
Been gone for
shit on my chest I ain’t even get it off yet
Broke up families I wonder what cause that
I ain’t seen my seen Layla in a minute
That bitch was kicking me
it don't make sense
Then guard his nonsense
A niggas best defense is his offense
So yo I watch po po
And duck a dodo
Birdies in them gogo's
me it don't make sense
Then guard his nonsense
A niggas best defense is his offense
So yo I watch po po
And duck a dodo
Birdies in them gogo's
-> Puba
(repeat all 2X)
[Verse Two]
The devil hates, the devil hates, the devil hates my skin
because I'm original, so please tell a friend (yo)
But
minute and I'm
Sorry but that shit got 2 stops
But it's good now girl I see you in Aruba
Body like 36 27 36 God you too hot
And every time I hit ya spot
MEN WEY SABI
Chorus scaR
IÏ bute Ike is a must
IÏ bute Ike is a must
Yahoo no get plus in the street we no the trust
IÏ bute Ike
gotta listen to your teacher when
You're gettin' wasted by the beach again
You got Ballyhoo! pumpin' in your stereo
This is the summer jam so, here we go
straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin'
All the rest of you bustas die slow!
Verse Two
drink
Hate in a blast
And forget all your dreams
The ground is calling, the ground is calling
The ground is calling, the two twins obscene
The ground is
Summer time roof off
Drivin' round with my shoes off
She's singing along with that Snoop Dogg
And that 2Pac
And that's too hot
All eyes on you can't
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
through catalyst cause Cataclysm
Up meets down top rock bottom hitting
Out 4 something 2 be getting
Ain't giving up ain't quitting Now
I dream so high in
Take me home, I hate Grenada
Don't leave me out
In the forest where I might get eaten by a bear
Take me home, I promise I will
Not make noise, or mess
tell her that I love her
When she can't smile she crying I hope she knows that I will hug her
Making hate back in September making love up in the summer
nigga proud
Money makes jack boys run up in your house
Money buys you shit you never thought you could afford
Money turns that hate'n ass bitch into
that's what you want (Yeah)
But i'm just gonna go to Reddit and find yo shit for free (Gah Damn! Hahahah)
Cooked this beat up in 30 minutes (30 minutes)
If
Clocked in. Five minutes early
Twelve hour shift, every day that I'm workin'
I really need the check otherwise I'm back in debt
Plus I need to cop
wet
That's what happens when you flex
In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype
I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
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