Lyrics:
I'm feeling down no problem
I got my problems I solve em'
Been in a hole before I grab a ladder and climb out
Hard to think about praying when you
fruit that you eating, yeah, it was picked by slaves, yeah
If you go far enough, uh, down the chain, yeah
Always comes back to only one place
Yeah I'm
to myself
Trying to figure out the next move
Invest a lot into peace
So I’m back on the beats
Then back on my feet
Till I get knocked down
By
Uh uh
This shit too dangerous, he ain't picking no sides Uh
Fuck her then dip I just hit it and slide
Hit it and slide
Hit it and slide
Bust down
Pedal to the medal I'm next to blow
Drop it like a ton of bricks
Then fade it like I've mastered this jam I've mixed
Remember when I used to play pick up
She don't got a clue where I'm at, gone
I was down bad by myself, alone
I never needed no help, you know
That I could make something from nothing for
Now you move cold?
It matters what the heat will change
Freeze frame,
And even when the heat drops,
Your energy will reach its range. It's late
What
songs
This is my life, so how I'm wrong
And I haven't had happiness for way too long
Yeah, by the time I healed, everyone's already gone
Yeah you burned
in a headlock so everybody at ease (chill)
I got one two many record labels telling me please (aye)
I put down the pen
I know you want me like Uncle
burn the competition by far
They lookin' like they flex I think we got a problem
They puffin' out they chest I think we got a problem
They lookin' like
Yeah
Whoa, yeah
Whoa, yeah, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar, yeah
It's Lil Gnar
Smoking on medical tell by the odor
She put her ass
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
and I get my reps, tell you by far, I'm the dopest yet
when your team come through, they glued to my show, hands in the air, like they can't let go
We out here in Vallejo California
If you know you fuckin' know
Shouout my nigga Poosie
Yeah wow
We done came so far
Got so much further to go
We
fucking blunt down
And go do what the fuck you know you need
To do do it for yourself
I believe in everyone because
I believe in myself fuck
Reaching for
Used to be like Danny Fenton, confused by his surroundings
Distracted by these demons never-ending, but who's counting?
Losing all my youthfulness
no I can't wait it out
She already picked it far
Away or it's thereabouts
Very far
Can't walk you can only get there by car
Gave me the price and it
Yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Hell yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know exactly who you are
So tell them who you are
Tell them where you going
Tell them how far
So good to see
on the guest list probably more by far
Photographers and magazines and stacks of A&R
Like I said about the guest list
Well forget about the birds
They
(spoken, by John)
My father died in the '80s, but in the '40s he was quite famous. He played in the Negro Leagues. He was the first white man
on top close to 8 pounds,
Run for a innocent town that I can shake down,
Passed the Mississippi, I swim in the great lakes now,
Made it this far, but I
prerogative home
She too far gone, provactive as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I
Made and drove into myself, passed to the next guy
it right and you might get your turn
If not, as far as I am concerned
I'm here to take it back while I make a stack
And shut it down for them
ride
Chorus 2X: Yogi
Loungin' wit my Cru uptown
With the drop town down, with the funky sounds
Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be
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