Lyrics:
fed up with your rapping, listen, baby
I got 6 kids and my wife names Heliegh
Just tryna get this to work and you're against me
Look, man, I'd be there
as a teenager
Play it by ear, the chords are in E Major
D sharp, F sharp, A.. then I'll C you later
School teacher used to call a meeting over this behavior
When I was young we had 30 dogs
They were dropped off in packs at the end of the road
By people who didn't want them around.
We fed them and loved
meant to be lovers
Our egos fed of each other
And died overweight 2x
I thought I'd seen it all when u first walked in
But u shut me up
And challenged
when you're all fed up.
Boy, you know what I wanna say.
Don't nobody want no pain, even though sometimes it comes your way?
But the truth is
If you
A woman liked by all who ever knew her
A hedonist who lived life for the day
She fed her soul on feasting and with riches
And feared the day that she
Blinded by riches diamond rings a lost path
Your life your soul your essence what's the cost at
We're living wretched lazy less of giving effort
to believe they lead with our best interests
Force fed agenda “Progression is sickness”
Let’s take up arms and draw a line in the sand, cos we will not be
Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
Fed up with life and the way things are going
He decides to rob a liquor store
(I can't take this no more, I can't
of drug abuse
Hook:
I can’t escape the high the way it makes me feel
it covers pain I hide away behind the thrill
Verse2:
8 years old, waking up happy
the truth, ain't nobody do it like us
Haters gonna hate
Only staying fed by scraping someone else's plate
Serving up the tea instead of making lemonade
to rip your vocals to shreds
I'm never runnin from the Feds wearin red Pro Keds
Cause -- I ain't did nuttin to no-BODY!
I dedicate that line to Shack
pig
He's watching me just to see how deep I can dig
I admit I'm f***ed up and got a lot to learn
So now I'm dancing in the ashes of the bridge
as angels
Fed upon our dreams
It was just to hard to
Find our way through
The forrest of 'nothing as it seems'
And lies were told that made my heart
As cold
Hey D collins, what the fuck is you doin'?
Young nigga thuggin' and he
Clutchin on his AK
They killed your partner, nigga
You gon' die the same way
I got a friend in Fremont
He sells used cars, ya know
Well, he calls me up twice a year
Just ask me how'd it go
"Pretty good, not bad, I can't
Got a pack in my cheeks and a flick in my balls
Feds try pull me over, had to dip from the lo', woah
Baddies always pree me 'bout I'm never doin' up
booked
?'cause Patty came out and left me shocked and confused
She shacked up with Marcy, who was clearly abused
And I picked up a needle that had just
my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Well don't think, don't worry, don't talk just
Hurry grab the phone and get your order in by 10:00
They'll never let up 'til your fed up
And you set up
the morning have to come too soon?
When you get stuck down deep in bad traffic
All your radio is picking up is cheap static
So you reach beneath your
Looking at you I see her face
Through all these years, just waiting
It all catches up to you when you slow down
I'm back in that yard, tasting
tried, tired of this stupid heart
Ragged, aged and torn apart
We'd walk all around this crazy world
You were glue to a broken down and fed up,
Never gonna
so if you fuck with
ME let ya blood spread like butter on bread in a basket,
.ya lyrics trash you'd prolly look dope gettin your ass kicked,
.bet
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