Lyrics:
she OD
I'm on grown-man time
And she like what she watching
Beats by Dre
Like I'm "Straight Outta Compton"
Uh
I'll be good for life, I'm a freak
friends got you in it but you feeling they thin
Still stuck up in whatever got me tripping, can’t focus well
When this album ready for purchase you know
a pheonix
If you wanna kill me bitch you better plan it like Venus
On bro bitch I'll do you like a remus
I wave you get wet but hell no you ain't seasick
anticipating your love, love, love
From the time that I awake
I'm imagining the good love that we'll make
If to me your vibe can do all this
Just imagine how
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
Look
A Separate car for a separate day
Me and Kate chose to go on our separate own ways
But before we were good and I nick named her "K"
But she know
And I wanna have me a couple of new nephews
Gotta confess too, I done a lotta wrongs I know I'm tryna do right
Made a thousand songs, but it still ain't
feel good
And half the times we be actin' up call the cops
Bringin' a cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stops, when my mama ask me will
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter of fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign
nigga that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new Semi
And a blue Bentley, it do one-sixty
Smoke a lot a of weed like fuck kidneys, put
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
times make a true friend afraid to ask for currency (oh whoa, yeah)
But you could run to me when you need and I'll never leave
Honestly, someone
I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin like bees surveillance
in cuts, actin' meanest
The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up
of sweet tag or mention on me
Unless i look like something i'm not
Unless i have social media
I might as well rot
Its hard to find a good girl
When it
me cuz I know I'm good enough, yeah I know I'm good enough
Hey
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by my complexities
Actions reckless, thoughts were restless
I'm just getting by, we just getting by
Aye, yea, ouu
Fuck it, today was a good day
Look in your pocket, it's a blue face
I woke up feeling polite
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
[Sole]
Dear El-Pee,
How's your summer been?
Mine's been fine
I heard you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
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