Lyrics:
a part of me
Now I don't think that anybody
Really wanna get inside of my twisted mind
So sick you're never gonna find something
Like it, like me, like
to get paid and stay away from old sites
Find my place in life plus I like to hold mics
It might be seven whole days and seven whole nights
But yo it's
disarray
Echos ringing in my brain
Same thang, every 3 am
Cold game, can’t sleep
Fuck it, let’s paint this pain away
Bob Ross how I turn my L’s
Into some
gonna disrespect me
Let me know
Don't have to leave me hangin'
I can go
I don't want to be without you
But implying I can't make it
On my own's
Got me
I can't stick by your side
Just know I'll be alright
I can't stick by your side
Just know I'll be alright
Girl I know you feel my touch(when I)
See
If somebody's gotta pay
It's gonna be a hell of a day
Cuz ain't nobody getting away
Lay yo ass down or get slayed
Somebody gotta pay, guarantee it
Punk police are afraid of me, huh
A young nigger on the warpath
And when I finish, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops dyin' in L.A.
Yo, Dre, I got
somebody, family need it they'll steal if they know you got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
That's why I wake up say my prayers and be
some change that
I'm never gonna see
So I keep my eyes closed while
I try to find my peace
Don't even wanna eat, only eat once a day
Sippin' boba
reward 'em
Never be the same like what they did to New Orleans
You're never gonna part them
Connected like apartments
Squad thick as thieves, I flip
we ain't worth a piece o pie
It's sad cause she ain't had a peaceful life
The church made feel like a piece of shite
Because she likes eve, she must be
you double for ransom
And I know that I can be a handful
When she grips my stick by the handle
When I spray her face like a vandal
When her man gets
I may never be able to forgive myself
Bitch
Where's ya man's at? Springfield? New Zealand? Iran?
Ya man's at home watching Bob Ross reruns
Residence
I be tryna tell y'all
Despite what you might think, I'm still human
Mothafuckas be telling me I'm fucked up
But I ain't fucked up about it
Know what
fingers up, like the cops drove by
No motherfucker here is drunker than I
And if we get crunked enough, we can set it on fire
Like fuck it, I don't wanna
that, I second and third that
Don't know what the f- I'd doing if it weren't rap
Probably be a giant turd-sack
But I blew, never turned back
Turned
couple weeks, and it's pain
But if I'm sittin' there, every day, my dreams slip away
Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin' more funny than she's
Ay, ay, first day out, givin' everyone they daps, yuh
We don't lack, yeah, we always got our mask up
Dumb niggas run up, yeah, I wouldn't put it past
feeling like nobody wants to get to know me
Regret it one day, you gonna be looking so phony
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my
Okay, this is the picture
Johnny's been hurt, he's hurt bad
Look, we can't leave him here, we can't
Look, he's in a pool of blood, he's gonna
ain't gon let it spray
The chopper don't got any bodies if a nigga keep on talking we gon add one by the end Of day
He talkin like he want some problems
long
Don't feel so bad (don't feel so bad)
There'll be better days (there'll be better days)
Don't go away mad (but by all means)
Just go away (go
My nigga bangin hard
Kirkin out all a frantic
Some bammas rolled up on him like they was gonna let him have it
And normally it wouldn't be me who he
Hunt sabs coming to you ruin your day
You're fucking evil and by the way
Angry hunt sab come thru with the axe
And you know we coming straight for
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