Lyrics:
a thang
Your worst fear confirmed
Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm
Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn
Why play with fire, burn
all to myself though
Bad white bitch looking like Gwyneth Paltrow
Did it by myself
Didn't really need your help hoe
Ring around the rosey
Very few had
opinions
Now I'm in the position that
I don't wanna be in shit
I never had no beef with you corny son of a bitches
But now this shit is broke and you
with my third eye
Talking shit you'll get two ply
Like damn, my oh my
On 101.5 catch that vibe and it's gonna be real
I'm by your side for the ride so
not pursue—repeat—do not pursue, For you haven’t the grounds to suspect him.”
“Ten four, ten four,” Mr. Zimmerman said, But he pulled up to roll slowly
And he called up front
Christ told me to run, to make the mark, the Son
Now I'm looking for the ones that look just like us
For the throw-away kids
Tryna
Lately I been on a search for my soul
Hoping my fate guide me down a good road
Roll up the leaf turn it all into smoke
Like they do not know just how
the time
And we'll stay in the ocean, ocean
Lone survivor of sons and daughters that were eaten by predators
Couldn't be protected too much by their father
Games that you play, stuck in your lies
Fake when you say that you'll love me for life
Push me away, you're runnin' to hide
Then come back my way
knocking you, but I don't fuck with hospitals
Spit the gospel, truly knowing jesus like apostles do
Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too
Stay
peace treaties? no dice
Roll 'em, but you know I control 'em
What's the hold up? Don't like your odds, we'll play Hold 'Em
I'm even better at Poker—I know
"You heathenish dog, nor yet for you."
"I'm weeping for me own little son;
Your blanket's too rough to roll him in,
Ever and alas, the day I rue
That
(Now I gotta deal with this shit)
Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas)
Thinking dog can't pull
To the army, salvation
Fucked my car
Where's the station
I'm in your spot
Dalmatian (No dogs)
I rock the nation
Covid crisis
It's mad frustration
Roll the dice
since you went to rest I can never find peace
Fuc that son I know you still blessing me
I couldn't have you so you put your sister next to me
And she's
Hurt you to the boards, put the ten to your jaw
Walk away, parley in front of Achmed's store
We don't give a WHAT about you, tell them niggas who
Capades all over beats son
While I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one
Yo watch me skyrocket
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out
I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide
His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
the bed with a loud slut
My cow nuts hang low by my dragon
Better fast run when the gas hit your ass son
All the drugs inside my system, Surely soon to be
The more that you post, the less you make your own choice
You carry the voice homie, you know it ain't yours
Word of my cracked bones, ya'll been so wrong
it, they called his momma
Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama
Her voice trembled, she was hysterical
The bounty was a hundred
had begun impacting the Roofs
Of mobile offices by the rim, quickening snare rolls of a forward March played by a twelve-year-old soldier
Purpose fled
roll
It's okay though when I saw your face I knew I had to stay low
And I don't want that
these same
Mistakes my daddy made with me.
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "boy, protect your mom."
Memories of my wife crying
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