Lyrics:
cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it
swell
This morning, this isn't normal, we took him to the doctor
We thought he might of broke his hip bone and it would heal
It's crazy how life change
little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom
Developed by a fatal blues anthology.
Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks.
Thought it was
chilling for a while
Til' they take out your child, over ten miles per hour
Routine by the book, eighteen white, mistook
Thirteen black, he crook, blue bitch
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
Blue lights and I'm starting to panic
At yard watching Kayden
Fuck Maydon
What the f*** is he saying
Sort of sounds like he's praying
The high ledge I'm
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
My lover's made of velvet
My lover's made of velvet
My lover's made of stone
Oh he cuts me to the bone
Got a hold of you
Got a hold of you
Got a hold
Wake up in the morning
Didn't have my legs
Yeah, they got blown up by a fucking I- uh (It's called an IED, I-E-D)
Uh... IMD or something like that
A homeless guy tries to walk up every bone to know
He tried to ask me what's up, man, I got his note
What we got is fire, up on another time all night
Now I
the pressure to excel for the folks
Gotta hold it down or expelled by my woes, look
INTERLUDE
And through this time
He realized
What he gotta do
HOOK
Watch
apply at a Cheddars, 'cuz I'm stacking nothing but cheese, huh
Knick knack paddy whack, yeah she swallow my bone
Pull off in that auto, I be in my zone
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
I belong in the hood man
He believe that we better live a white lie, white life so I'm flying off like I'm fucking birdman
Skating by
Know I'm high
the bad route
Every time I hit Saks Fifth, my card max out
Paul Walker in the blunt, smoke it till I crash out
Cop pulled me over doin 95 in a 30
He wanna
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
a rush(c'mon)
Lyrical murderer, microphone bone-crusher
Yeah, yeah y'all
Break a sucker down to dust, ah-hah
Now check the mic stalker, who'll wear you out
slime)
The bitch ran up and got- (slime)
He hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (that's slime)
Eight ounces my steak (slime), eight ounces of- (slime)
started
Pros-per-een
Why would you leave me alone?
Man, this world got me chilled to the bone
Make it end, and sit me by the throne!
This isn't cool!
for me, I knew you weren't for me, now I'm gettin' money, I'm strong, yeah
What's on my mind, I'm fiendin' for Walker, Chris say he got it, I need me
defense is shook
bucs break teams down like they all were taught
and wearin brass by keyshawn yo da ball is caught
he outta here TOUCHDOWN!!!
man screw
my heart
And my soul, with every bone in my body I love him so much
Because he's done so much for me
Every morning, every day of my life
I won't
Bro does my hair need a cut or what?
I wish I could stop it like, "that's enough!"
I wanted a glow up, this shit makes me throw up
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