Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
gun out
(Dumb hoe, see the run out)
(Do a run out!)
Don't give a fuck, that sound like your fault
I'm in a truck and the engine don't
I'm in a truck
cnd a little catching up
Bout the good ole days
She broke down and said
Lettin me go was the
Biggest mistake she ever made
Now it's a long way
they only hit my line because I know they need me
Speed racing down the highway in a demon
But them angels by my side cuz that's what I believe in
Knew
your distance from these pussy ass niggas, before we dog you out (Dog you out)
Too extravagant with these lyrics, I'm bout to shut it down
The people
what the westside mean
I got a dream
Trapping stacking walking down martin luther king
Fuck is up
Westside ain't gave no fucks
Riding round with that
Peter Piper caught the broke end of the bet
Buried leagues below in debt
Capped with six-shooter roulette
Light the candle so that everybody knows
down
You need to slow down
I use to Move so fast
Motivated by the cash
Life done taught a lot of patience
Lessons learned from my past
Told D to slow
down)
Are you gonna let me down? (Let me down)
Fast, fast, fast or slow?
(Watch out, there's one right behind you)
We should've warned you
World by dudes
track-outs
Got files backed up because I
Do not back down hit her with the dickety
Dickery flickety flickery cock
With the splickity splash and she'll pass out
days, without my faith I would be hopeless
You won't believe the pain I felt
You broke my heart now I can't love nobody else
When you was down, seen your
is not important
Saw a bitch ass nigga
Slip down the slip-n-slide
That nigga broke his neck
And I think that nigga died
He is dead, that nigga is not
can't lock me down when I broke the chain
You can't box me in when I'm out the picture
You can't tie me down I don't lace my tennis
You niggas is suckas
my life true
Nigga we broke through
Backpackers and trap niggas we broke rules
Whoever thought monkeys would get this much money
Racist sarcasm
don't need the rush
I just need somebody in my life that I can trust
Life is fucked because everyone sucks
When you fall down and hit rock bottom, only
see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts
my whole frame of mind, now I'm open
Shawty I can't afford not to focus
Don't wanna go back to the days I was hopeless
I was broke but I still
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy
Living in a box under the stairs
In the corner of the basement of the house
Half a block down
the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side
Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin'
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid
They slow down and take off their hats, the men do
When they come to the place where John Henry's layin'
Restin'
Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin'
niggaz get raised
And fuck being broke, real niggaz get paid
I don't break under pressure, real niggaz stay brave
And stay chose by hoes, cause real niggaz
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