Lyrics:
the tight rope
The last little bitch that I loved done moved out to Milwaukee she think I'm a psycho
I made 10 racks in 2 weeks off of scamming back then
the practioner
If this is read one week by the devotee with concentration
Or two weeks or three weeks he would get long life
Following rules if this armour
Calling my phone what you want?
Thats if I pick up
I don't really play no games no pick-ups
I get paid all day no pick-ups
I'll see you all in a month
throwin the five
That bitch want Louis Vuitton
And she want Gucci too
So she better be careful
Who she give coochie too
Let the convertible down
So u can
security, liberty, dignity, respect, honour, and yes, the truth.
Recent weeks and months have taught us a painful lesson. There is truth and there are lies.
jumped right in a week later and returned
I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn
But I gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it
play it cool
If he act a fool, he gon' make the news
I got these bitches comin' by the 2
You say you got it, nigga, who are you?
I got these bands on me
through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just
through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just
that week I'm probably gone 5 days
Different woman in that 5 days
Different bags
That I still chase
I'm a living legend
If I do say
Your mom love
me what to do
I don’t know it at all
I’ve seen you every day
You made me smile and let pain go away
5 funerals a week,
and that’s not even the peak
eyes
Rio like Ray if a nigga gon' buck it make him an example send him to the sky
Months went by they done built up a list full of enemies
Got the whole
night of sadness another lonely day
Weeks turned into months his addiction he slowly purged
He watched a changing chrysalis until a butterfly emerged
But
Two on ped, five in the dinger
One in the head, six in the spinner
Back in double tap days
I slapped that gauge 'til
I broke that trigger back in double
I'd give up all my self-love for
In two weeks I met so many guys
But I know very well
I was looking for the one closest one to you
But there is no other
I get to hit it every day
Hit it every day, every week, every month
I love it too much, and I'm starting to blush
My face so pink, like the wock in my
The 8th of the month, a week passed and they ate for the month
But need bread to get an eighth for the blunt
Snacks know a nigga well who just got bday
[Verse 1]
They say the top ain't acting funny
He ain't holla'd a day
He got the top back, you know his new Z28
Holla at ya (BOY!) with the 8 of us 8
But
or lose a lot
They beat us by one point yeah
Them dudes was sharp but I’m a sore loser
So I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn’t of robbed your man
If
Three days before the semester started
The scheduled writing teacher departed
She got a real writing job
And my mom
Took a nepotistic leap
By
weeks flew by
I still can't sleep at night, daydreaming of when we reunite
I wanna go back to the good old days
When you laid by my side
I miss those
as I almost fail to notice that my phone ringing
I didn't know the number still answered the call by choice
Quickly remembered once I heard that voice
tell you?
They finally found me here
Ghosts of every hour
Day, week, month
Every new year
Drag me to hell on earth
But it's just the ground on my feet
pockets swole (the money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
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