Lyrics:
a whore
Oh, trick or treat
I'm on elm street
I'm the one people have nightmares for
Trick or treat
I'm down elm street
Going door to door
I'm dressed
darkened door he knew the Lord was not coming today.For the hours of Christmas had passed away So he went to his room and knelt down to pray And he said
that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
Dope by Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
head for I kept my word.
Three times my shadow crossed your floor
And three times I came to your lowly door.
I was the beggar with bruised, cold
sign, can't nobody hold me down
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good
call you Massah
If I call you Massah
You gon' have to die first
Look
Sorry for the crimes I commit
I never really cared for the signs, too remiss
To even
Come through with that top put top on shit I don't shoot from the floor I walk up on some shit
I'ma hop out and run down with four And die from the night
meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send
the hill something I never hoped to be
Even I have doubts sometimes a tough road for me
Is this the way that Glenn Gould felt taping
Songs at the r-radio
to remind us
I shoot for the A
But I don’t take no minus
I move like a giant
Man I walk in the sky
Like I’m on a tight rope
I let this mic smoke
Only spit gas
royalties for your permission to use that project
If you create something but you don't have the highest percent of control
Over how it can be used then
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias,
to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias,
Laid off again
Might be broke for three months
Maybe six months
Maybe ten
Might be homeless again
Crashing all the usual couches
Testing the patience
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
could say, was "Oh"
And she says "now there is somethin' else
That I really think you should know
You can have unlimited refills
For just a quarter more"
box, cracker took my mat I was sleeping on rocks, I was counting down and watching the clock, November when I dropped, 2019 a nigga was chilling by 2020
open doors
Uh, yeah, you gotta use 'em bro
And that's the same for the lames at the studio
Makin' music with no purpose that's your cue to go
And I hope
muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green
Protected by the tec, nuts,
guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
In the hood where niggas can't
Hispanics, Muslims, and Jews
I'd get us back on Paris
He made us only one of three
All Lives Matter
And why they didn't shoot me?
I'd train the coal workers
Hispanics, Muslims, and Jews
I'd get us back on Paris
He made us only one of three
All Lives Matter
And why they didn't shoot me?
I'd train the coal workers
villains, deceivers, to prove us wrong
For years we have tried to help
But they shoot it back and centred us around their conspiracy theories
So far I've
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
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