Lyrics:
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
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
real.
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine.
Said everybody
Shine.
See'mon."
It's not luck that I'm sittin' here
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
More than the average bear that’ll roam around in the forest
You hit it off with Drea that jealousy was euphoric
That month I made an album and no one
Have a house with a wife and some kids one day
Damn, I got somethin' to say
Ayo, section eight with foods stamps, refrigerator was packed
You hate
stuff
cnd I heard her nincompoop husband was a big tough man
Skateboards and robots became a thing of the past
Now in my younger days I used to sport
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
on yo Nese
She be all up in my tree house, she on the wood I'm on the nails
Quarter Pound of nothing special I dont say don't tell no tails
I feed
asked if I could fix it, come by a little later help him put it back on hinges. 'See, I'm far too old to lift it and it's not for my house,
It's my
of pages learned all about endurance
When Maftown was not for us
Gaborone should love, enormous
I shouted out Pretoria in a chorus
On my first album seeking
Yeah, Chase Naihm
Listen up
Me and your mama, we having some issues
I know I'm not there, but I'll never forget you
Know not a day that goes by, I
a coward, myself, for good
And prolly never meant what I said, skeptic in bed
I'd prolly be in a cell, dealing with the fact that I sent him to hell
With
the fuck was your house when
I was stuck in the rain?
Did you buy a mixtape? Or maybe a shirt?
Did you give me a beat? Did you help my work?
If you answered
I've been crowded by all these fakes
And the shitty advice
And Plus I hear they still compare me
But we nothing alike
Shit I'm the new version right?
to the phone, I can sell the tone
In the science lab I mix me chemicals
In silicone fella in the vanilla cone
The school even play the recorder
Now days he
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
to the house at Pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky (chase
To this auspicious day
Two families united by
A boy who ran away
How happy is this mother's heart
To have her son return
A little older by a month
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
So where were we oh YO
SO I GO HARD FAST FLOW LIKE IM ON A POGO IN SLOWMO WITH NO FORTY FO' NO RUN IN WIT THE PO PO FO SHO NO DOH' AS AN ARTIST YOU
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
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