Lyrics:
QB (that show nuff right on)
Fuck niggas want to do man (nothing)
See Cease A Leo (huh)
I'm for the kids (right)
Sometimes we gotta
Round 1
Round 2
Round 3
Round 4
Ima wait for you till you expressing that you want more
5 Cars
6 Links
7 Figures
8 Large
Ima shoot my shot, and Scout
O D, peer-reviewed by science homies
cll the world's knowledge is at your toesies
Let our minds progress, we are all scientists!
Einsten, Curie -
no pain
Light the fucking place up, call me by my own name
Name is Dallas Clyde bitch
The illest call me mic wiz
Hi kids, future is my present if
a meal or watch netflix and chill
She official, referee whistle
Stellar pedigree, rescuing pitbulls
Travel seven seas, translating info
I speak bad
much sense
Making pennies
Making too much pence
Pounds by the seconds
These pockets getting way too dense
This kinda sound making too much sense
Making
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
and then you can begin resigning
To the fact you need to start wizening up to fucking science
And help solve the problems that are rising above the horizon
lovey dovey
No more get cozy
Damn shit blows me
But I guess that’s what time do
It heals you by exposing
Bout to buy a yacht
Let’s cruise the 7 seas
Bout
at the sky, 'til clouds gather, it's Clyde Mathers and Bonnie Jade
And that's pretty much the gist of it
Parents are pissed, but the kids love it
Nine
I been walkin' on this water, bone dry, hard times
R.I.P. baby, my phone died, but don't cry
Heaven's gates was closed, I went to Hell, there was
of our future home
And the kids are growing up as you and I, we are growing old
What a crazy world
Pretty little girl
In the rain with the drink from
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
the ho up
You bogus running out on your kids my nigga grow up
For God's sake, like a wedding, cutting large cake
For large stakes let the hammer bang
Different vibes
Making me wish i could go back to different times
Read between the lines, whatchu ganna find?
Kids in the streets they turn
...Whoa
It started in the 7th that's fosho
Which is when most people learn the world is cold
A stupid rumor spread about and kids are dumb so everybody went
my head
Let me take a second and process what I'm sending
Let me take a second realizing not ready, Let me take a minute to get out wound bented
Let me
we've got one
Who are you kiddin', sittin' there thinkin' about yourself
Help your children so that they can move on
And then they can give to their kids
Each other. You know what I'm saying?"
"Do you know how many time zones there are in the Soviet Union?"
"You know what I'm saying?"
"Don't you kid
ring
We ain't no gang gang
This is mob ties
Like twisted fingers man
Now This is for the ones
Who stood by side
Thru thick or thin
It was always
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
no other hood come close
335 Was like heaven depending who you told
Like I mentioned beforehand, things are dicey when 7 hits
But no lucky numbers
every minute
Not one second should go missing here
The moment you are by my side I never want to let go
There's plenty fish up in the sea but you are
number 7
Give me the 40 the house of the kid
Blast through the roof
We open the lid
I got different plans you know that they big
Every song you bout to dig
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