Lyrics:
Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her
Pick and peel; buy a drill; chip away
Scream, push, weak yet? Scared?
Locked outside? Will you cry?
Will you wait, open arms for your angel?
I tug
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
Duet with kiki dee
Written by cole porter
Available on the album duets
Suntanned, windblown
Honeymooners at last alone
Feeling far above par
(Oh my god I'm gonna miss my cue)
It's the same old, day old, wake up, feel cold
Somethin' in me thought that by this time I'd be a miracle
Find
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
and I mean that there
And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah
Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They
is spinning round
(What?) and angels asking if I'll
Be coming down (Familiar)
But I don't know if I wanna do that (Why?)
Because up on this planet is
a dream I had bricks like transporter
Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
What if you drove by a playground and witness
Michael Jordan
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
and lay down
Slamming hard passing by the schools and the playgrounds
Everybody knows when Short's in town
Cause i keep the beats thumping hella-hard
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
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
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
to 'em
If it's true the medium is the message like Marshall McLuhan
Said, and I assume it is, then I'd be some kind of angel
Elevated, illuminated from
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
it-
You're being, you're being preyed on, you understand, you're, you're a young child
You're being preyed on by these guys who are trying to use you
the weekend, I’m gonna smoke some high grade
I walk on a red carpet, stained by the blood
of an angel with blue eyes!
Who the fuck can you blame? By
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
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