Lyrics:
me bae, I know you wanna leave me
Took my heart from off my sleeve, replaced it with somthin' freezy (woo)
Knee deep in them trenches toting 40
That's the very first song I
Ever wrote all by myself
It's about angels and recovery and
Friends and hope and health
By the time we finished singing
He was
It's blown away
Oh my Oklahoma home is blown away
Yeah, it's up there in the sky
In that dust cloud over n' by
My Oklahoma home is in the sky
Don't fuck around in tha grave and yo
Brains'll be hangin' damaged by
Everyday we see mo' niggaz hatin', fakin', playa hatin'
It's getting contagious,
the baddest bitches in the city nigga
Women be waitin' all over the bitch when I pull up the fuck on a pretty nigga
Gettin' lit, 35, billboard like I'm Diddy
It's been over a year since I wrote the first one and a lot has happened since then
So I thought I'd do it again and see where it took me
Here it is
on blast
That's right motherfucker, Lansky's on the rise
It's the Alpha Dog homie catching you all by surprise
Taking this shit over cause I'm willing
we can see you flying
Who'd've thought that Sid Miyagi would beget a baby lion
When you take over the jungle know it all was by design
And so I'm
them I'm jizzin all over it
Dope women fuckin position ya ass where my tummy is
She definitly did put on for her city
Two smut nasty chick nuthin wrong
hold 'em is what they told em
And poda-be motor yodeling sick-and ain't gettin over it
Sick at the lip and watch 'em clown, look at 'em clown, clown
This time lapse impasse keeping it unethical
Stalled in all direction, restrained by hypotheticals
Imprisoned how I felt forced the sentence
We got the same blood
The same blood
Stayed by your side, it's ride or die
We've got the same blood
We're the run toward the fire kind
We're
in peace to all those we lost
By murder of the police damn
Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book
It's probably what keeps everyone's life
End up
romance not break down and cry
When you ask for a dance
Some fellas talk to her but she walks by
She can only say no, it's not do or die
Like Bedstock,
over, the gig is over (when a play)
The kid is older and getting colder (many fly by)
But his will hold ya, so listen closer to (a-a)-r-o-n
They
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
The portrait's too
Embedded in emotion, I'm open, hopin' whoever's
Calling's all in for the low-key, it was O-M-O-Y-E
I read my daughter's name slowly, I'm asleep,
about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in the front row
That's my good pro
just to see what were about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black a** n**** flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in
about
Peep into the case, see me, ask
Why that black ass nigga flow over the piano
Droppin it good
For that hoody in the front row
That's my good pro
I got a drop on the spot
And we gon' run in it
Brand new whip off the lot
I got a gun in it
I got a Glock and its hot
I put a drum in it
I was just
Still moving uncomfy, done struggling
But without it can you say that you've done something
Day's work done by 1 something
I can't lie, it's all in me
I
on my mind
Wanna test my luck
But let's also plan
To get lit as fuck
Because we never
Really know
In the end
How it's gonna go
So now we make it happen
getting to it
I was moving by the zip
If you owe it better pay it
I don't wanna hear a lip
Not a word
Not a peep
Take a trip, first class, condo
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