Lyrics:
To love
I'm so glad I wrote myself and album
To pull me out when horribly wrong
Had to say it in multiple songs
She so abusive consumed by the noice
Her
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
the juice, in the booth
Spent the summer in the dunes
Now the album comin' soon
I'm fulfilled, y'all should chill
I'm the one to keep it real
Make a mil, sign
some major chords maybe some lovers rock?
Did you listen to it Takes two or listen to Phone call? I got a catalogue of 6 albums check them all Touring
, you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm
just show up everyday and I turn to the Stu
Too much on my mind to just pack in 2
Minutes or verses
Uh
Imma need an album or 2
A book or 2
Why my ex
get some money (Money),
Bitches now they looking for me (for me),
I was up the road I was with my hoe it's about 2:30 (2:30),
The whip clean but it's
probably listen, learn a thing or two from it
I don't stay long (Nope)
Here and then I'm way gone
Don't owe nobody shit so all my debts are getting paid off
takin' back hip hop
Dead or alive behind enemy lines
Hear the pen drop
The album 2000 aftermath
Rock the ????
Wearin' a meat necklace
Two steps from hungry
on the blacktop
No that's it for me
Boombani Boombotzo
Two bullets in the head Thursday
He started his car with your album on
And now he's a highway
twisted, we on two different missions son
More than a few from out ya crew that went missin son
Did the damage, keep it movin like a hit and run, yuh
I
nerve. Anna Lembke explains the phenomenon in her book Dopamine Nation by suggesting the pain of the cold shower helps even out our brain's constant need
myself to a nice
Ferrari for the winter
Gave my whole crib up, Do NOT ENTER!
'Cause the nigga inside with the
Shotty got a temper
And I play it by the book
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
are one, I am all yours
You are all mine, We are combined
Wе are conjoined and it's like
Wе've always shared the same mind
Heard The Book of Time album
Remain thankful and humble, that's just some rules that I go by
It fucked me up when people gave my nigga low profile
Told 'em that time like Kobe first
tossin it
With all the problems in this world man it softens it
The music getting louder by the years
Drop a eight track album now I'm showing up my peers
as that Fucking bell rings
Five, Four, Three, Two, One
Hold up, Ima give it a minute
Let the hallways crowed up
Smiling as I hear all these kids Fucking
the gamble
Mix a whole sample and never put it on the album
I was in shambles until I made this banger
Hey, Connor
I know it's been a lot
We just want you
side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't
Your eyes in pain
I know what it's like
When memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
And photo albums
Are the books
and don't collect two hundred dollars
I don't play Skip-Bo or Pinochle
Fuck with with UNO & a Bop-It
Don't say that
Bang-ba-bang-bang, bad, 'cause all I did
it by design
Side step over thirty that's a swish every time
Watch these words dribble when my last name on the line
You know me
Had to do that for
make me
Only a rookie in the game's eyes
Been doing this since I was yeeh high
It's alright to be shook
I will turn your first album
Into a library book
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