Lyrics:
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
They Just be cap'n they raps
We ain't gon listen to that
Savage and Blues
Seem like as of lately
I ain't really got the time
That's the consequences
breath I fall to the bottom
If I brave tomorrow, please send your angels down
To guide my way
While I pray right through the night
Time wasted repressed
don't mess with dude
I'm not impressed by you, that's not a flex by me
That's some real shit, it's just how I feel, my G
I wish someone real would try me,
and the rap Jason's enemies leave gushing
Murdering with the heat, produced by tone beatz
B-I-G Bailey, I do my own thing
That's why you must clone me to get
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got
paulie by the dresser got
Paulie by the dresser
Baby this my special
Take that paulie and that hypno then you mix that bih together
Put you on another
I'm counting my streams
I'm collecting my G's, I feel like a G
I'm repping my code, by shooting these beams
Put you in a coffin like Lil Yachty
Or just
to fuel this fire no more, no more, no more
See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time
Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm
And over and over I
Soft living dey fuel my passion
Light up the spliff and pass on
This body wey dey gbon
Make e land for my mansion
Make only me dey fill ya gas up
I don't have the time to listen to all your pity talk
No cursing from this point on, I'm too on point
Vomit on your sweater already, no spaghetti tho
(ya)
Is the Jungle Brothers (yeah)
On a black piece of wax (yeah)
My name is Mike G (uh huh)
On the mix is Sammy B
First in line to kick the rhyme,
here is somewhat close to mold.
This wasted breath will be the death of me all this new shit's getting old.
Your coca cola eats through metal, kills
by the boat
I blow up Mulsanne on this smoke
Jet fuel plane boat
Flood my watch face with the crystal meth
No tints Wraith nigga
Grown man cape
one for
Crooklyn everday
Brooklyn is up in here
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix
by the henchmen
City, town, state arena or convention
Please believe these the G's that ease pension
Rakka and Ev said that it's a marathon
nights
I know it's hard to sleep
Was just a kid
It's time to grow up
I've got kids to feed
It's how I live
I always show up
I've got what they need
My
recession
Fuel for crippling depression
But I've made it this far in life
28 Years of wasted time
If I give in to what's burning in my head
Give it time
folks can't tell us shit
Dilated high n wasted on them fuckin blues
Mix it with the purple heron call it fossil fuels
That's when I'm a different person
on them blues (Yeah, yeah)
Mix it with that purple heroin
And fossil fuels (Yeah, yeah)
That's when I'm a different person
At that point, I'm not a person
(yeah, yeah) mix it with that purple heroin
And fossil fuels (yeah, yeah)
That's when I'm a different person
At that point, I'm not a person
At that point,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Hunnid fifties
Different cities
White girl wasted shitty
I wanna stay with you all night
I wanna say that you're all mine
Sippin wine by the fire place
a semi
So wasted, Yogi man, come and get me
Tried to get home, but my legs won't let me
Life's so good, man I want more Henny
I told them I used
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