Lyrics:
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Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye
broke my whole life and no I don't miss it
Last seven years of my life was in a lab
Working every day, giving it everything I had
Now that a brother is
need a statue
Yeah, I said it, who did it like me?
Who want the dice? Nigga bet it
Twenty-plus years, I ain't even gotta sell it
I ain't even got
I’m on my Makaveki bitch, miss me with that trap shit
Shit you couldn’t match with
Tell ‘em pick a casket
One for every nigga they gon’ put me
fuckin' hoes all fiends
This album gon' go hard praying platinum in this bitch, your bitch a whole ass whale Lookin' like moby dick, huh (Bitch)
Lets go,
spoke more than any sentence
I signed for thirty, never thought of snitching
God made it not to run consistent
Twenty bands later, time split it
Seven
of pride and loving every bit of it,
Took a nigga 7 years before I even got a hit,
Ain't that a bitch,
Must've been a solid glitch,
But I remember, I
and Confused"
Um from Jake Holmes, a folk-blues artist who released it on his uh 1967 debut LP
And uh it was two years later, 1969, when Led Zeppelin stole it
I
the billboard with the Focusrite on the floorboard
And the mic vise gripped on the dashboard
Ain't no selling my soul
7 more years ain't enough to carry out
they need a brace
Running through the album call it a chase
Booking tapes summer 2021 save the date (save the date bitch)
Yeah
Like what's up
Like what’s
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
be addicted to sex (yeah)
And he claimin' album of the year (ha)
And his album be soundin' like me (okay)
All my children be soundin' like me (huh)
the left dropped and the right cocked
Jamming that SLAB "The Anthem"
They been waiting so I'ma grant tem
With Z-Ro in a Phantom
This here be Assholes bitch
gon' hold you down
When you down and not on ya luck
But ima be right by your side
Even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott
funny when I come around
A&R been tryin to figure me out for years
Tryin to re-duplicate me but they can't so they hate me
While white boys run
sum
She take shit that bitch dies
And fuck the feds on talk ion talk we do drive bys then we walk now he chalk
Took his brain off he forgot he gon rot
a single hand
I got 50 songs so imma name the album many men
The way I see it I get rich or die trying
Get it by any means so best believe that I'm eyeing
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
Yeah
So I heard you like to party
Me too
Uhhh
Let's Go
6 am like overnight (6 am like overnight)
7 am on the flight (7 am on the flight)
And I'm
Ghost or Toast bitch
I'm talking about
HooGee
Krack, krack, boo
1-19-6-2-0 from head to toe
Say SickBoy
7-6 til the world split
Man, y'all know what
got a problem on your
Hands that you can't deal with bitch
Aye yo you ain't got nothing on me
They couldn't wait for me to
Diss you on a song
Cause you
1-800-fuck-this-shit
Seven years old in my heart
So I'm stayin' gold but when I fuckin' go
Lucifer will probably have my soul
It's hot down there, fuck that
Bitch I'm
Mama worked thirty seven years at the plant
Thirty four days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her little nigga, see her as father figure
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