Lyrics:
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
And here you go doing the same shit, you ain't shit nigga"
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about it
And boy this
and that, what you talking about?
Come on, man, this is just lyrics, blud
Easy, easy, aight, easy, easy
Talking that talk, I was a fucking bad boy in
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
ain't about who straight, who real, who fake, and who gay
It's about who pray
[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
You can clock my consistent and endless
Efforts up
pullin' they cards
Who is these niggas that fall to they knees
And holdin' they stomach when my bullets spark?
Think about hollow tips just piercin' your
boy who mowed the lawn
And tinkers about his old car
But just today I saw a new little boy
Coming down the sidewalk
I swear he was headed straight
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
Niggas that run with you, might not be who you need around
(Big facts)
They write songs about the shit that i see outside my door
Niggas die everyday, next
longer want to die
You're the one who keeps me tied
To these thoughts in my mind
Boy whenever I cry
It's because I'm thinking about you boy
Finkin all
They're the ones who made the blues
Who's gonna fill their shoes? (That's what I need help about)
Down in the delta. Old sun house
Hard luck
that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes
Good
he trash
Still a good rapper
Better than your favourite trapper
And that boy probably an actor
What is you after
Like who is you tryna impress
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
I know you gonna let me shine right
Me and my dawgs we be ballin all night
Why? the ice that we rock is all nice
Why? them girls that we know is
anymore)
What u doing in rap?
How you doing with that?
I rather rap about lucid dreams
Than what I usually see
I'm a Demi God
Stuck in section 8
come talkin' that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Who do, do you
A Young Sinatra, that was undeniable
Who welcomed you to forever while Under Pressure
And told you The Incredible True Story of Bobby Tarantino
Ah yeah, right about now Compton's in de mothafuckin' house [yeah do it do it]
NWA's in full effect
Hey yo yella boy, kick me that funky-ass beat
(Okay) So being that that's the case (By my side)
Let me tell you about (By my side)
That place, heh, take you by my side (By my side)
The way I
that I'm winning and counting my chips and now you can't stand It
Don't forget about the ones who done did for ya
Don't forget about the ones who had ya
im bout it
And what fucked me up is that niggas that spoke about it
Niggas that didn't even defend me, they don't know I know about it
What really
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
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