Lyrics:
computers was new to us
Throwback to skip rope and yoyo's kept for good luck
Before the clock was all about working getting paid
Reminisce about the time we
mix
This race ain't a blitz
Slow and steady to the Ritz
I ain't never been material
Unlike my paper and pen
Different genome within
Got fire and faith
Uh!
Yeah!
Right!
Uh!
[VERSE 1]
Let’s make a toast to the good days,
Say you ain’t a thot but then you listening to blueface.
But then you listening
it come at
These times I start rolling the dumb act
Till a couple months go by and I come back
Need me a couple seasons or an episode
Always thinking I
a good time
So all you thrillbillies living in the hillies
Get loud, come on now, are you with me?
Four by fours, rev 'em on up
A brand new Ford
to summer time, there wasn't no leaving our block
When the laws made it hot, we was freezing our block
Man we got enough money, to make my neck look pretty
goodbye
Like the time we almost ran away from home, when our song was on the radio.
And man, when I hear that song, I thought that I was over you.
I
[Ahmad's friends talking]
.. and then he cut it off *laughter*
Hahaha, ay who next? Who next?
Ay ay Jamal come up
Somebody else.. aiy who next man
and wearing your clothes
Cause your woman is a bitch to class one
And by the way, don't forget to get her hair done
I want the bitch looking good and she laying
heard my record on the radio oh well it's just another song
Got a hit recorded and it'll be out on the market 'fore too long
I got this ring in Mexico
and good clean fun
That's my kind of country
Roots run deep as they come
In my kind of country
I'm from the old school
Live by the golden rule
Ain't
sometimes it?s hard just to get by
Ain?t it good to know that we can still grow So gimme one word and tell me one time
Always me and mother and never were
By me, I'm the mother fuckin' man like homo erectus
So why it matter where rap started
If I wanted to hear from asshole I would have farted
I'm a West
A man once told me that life was like a collage
He said there's nothing much to spies like us
Just killing time, that's all
And there are
Man in the sun
She reads to me from the New Yorker
Which I don't buy
Don't know how it got in here
But something about the mafia
One of the heads
Maybe I don't feel quite right
Smiling while hanging by his side
An Aussie girl in an Irish bar
French kiss to an English man
Unusual combination let's
said you getting old I know
Still ain't stopping I held it down on my own
Came from a broken home
Breaking man them bones
Don't try lil bro me like no
around**
Now how do rumors get started
Started by the jealous people
Lookin for a ? when a man and a women have a good relationship
And they trip then they
but all of a sudden she wasn’t enough
Bae I know times are rough, but when I stack this paper up
Pockets gonna be buffed, and we gonna eat up good
Move
tryna go swimming
I had a good time, gotta go bout my business
Pray for the millions, I see that shit comin
Do right for my kids & invest it in
the good times
So I don't question if he there in the darkness
If it's poetry it doesn't mean it should rhyme
Just as long as it's striking you where you're
fighting
Plug pulled up when I ran out of wok
Call that good timing
Placed a hit on Friday he was dead by Saturday
Spiderman ain't here to save you
Imma rob
of the Sistine
Pockets flooded with that pristine
Selling all that good-good, feel it in ya bloodstreams
Puffing on that wood-wood, turned her to the cream team
ain't just tobacco my man
Without a smoke, I wouldn't know what else to do with my hands
It's an awkward conversation exit all the time plan
An ice
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