Lyrics:
just fold up and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
'Cause I keep the beats
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
steps back
Muddy waters for our sons and our daughters can’t relax
Put ya phone down cuz you bein watched by a drone now
Everybody know that they be all
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
And there he woke up, surrounded by the wolves
He wanted peace and quiet, now his clothes are torn
Their giant teeth emerge in his face
And he gets
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
brought to you
By Xerox in four parts without commercial interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
wanna see the city now
Places to go can't sit me down
Now my Life's A Trip like Trippie's album
I just wanna whip for fifty hours
Lots in my life
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
touched down I did it like a professional
And Then I started dreaming 'about commas before the decimal
Now I don't know when my predictions ain't been
sense
Is the common miss step
Your decisions
A minor mishap
Plead the 5th I down a 5th of this jack
Final chip I throw it down at the jack ew
I
nuclear cruiser missiles
Hear the wild wolf growl
Styles stockpiled for miles from the ground to the clouds
Wack niggas want to be down but its not
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
drops
In de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin',
'n de torchum never stops
De torchum never stops
De torchum,
De torchum,
De torchum never stops
(go
life
They love the credit swipes
But they missin’ out on plumbing ‘cause I lay down better pipe
They probably jealous now, I finally settled down
When I
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
tryin' to re-coop
I get down, ballin' like Kobe Bryant
You niggas is lousy, small things to a giant
How you gonna be swappin' up my style
And goin' off
fishes from other reefs
Last time we spoke I told her slow it down
Before she really drown
In this sea we call life
I really wish you could've lived
I keep tripping on my guilt again
Guess it's too late to play pretend?
I wanna be more than just friends
You answered by kissing my lips
Walking
never gonna move out of Jacksonville
I'm livin' in fuckin' Hollywood"
Hmm, you know this is my first, uh, rock slash rap album
So, it's kind of new for
What do we have if we lose our way
Your last concern was your first mistake
Second chances are your saving grace
Your last concern was your first
pop club, everything just grace
Grammy-nominated on the first album, now motherfuckers see the face
Look at me
I know these niggas is trippin', these
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