Lyrics:
disrespect, betta grab yo tech before you swing my way
I put the comma in drama, pack heat like sunny days
Six million ways to die, let's try every one
She
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woaaahhh
[Bootleg]
I'm a drug dealer, killing in my neighborhood to be faded
Feds they want Bootleg permanently in carcere
happening, that I can't fathom"
Eighty-some million records worldwide later
I'm living in a house with a fuckin' elevator
Fucking son of a bitch, I can't
the best, but no lying that’s the outcome
I’m working on the album, I cannot even fathom
Life without a goal, one day ima' make it platinum
I speak it into
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
the crowded halls
And is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low
And never shows her eyes
This songs been done before
Its not what I do it for
There was a mother that had two sons
One of the boys was interesting in his self
This son loved his mother so very much.
He said mama one day I going
If money is your God who's your devil?
If everybody die what make's you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it's crowded
the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this
know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
Southernplayalistic ATLiens in your sock drawer
No lockjaw, we got that raw shit and all the trimmings
Even though we got two albums, this one feel like the beginning
in Moesha
Got a lot, to break off, my hearts eager
If old love, is weight loss, then I'm a keeper
Uh
As we proceed
It's the return of crowded
With
in this bitch
And we all for one better be cautious, son
'cause the time is now
Look, no more talk, where the riders now?
We ain't even tryna hide it
Ev-ev-every day I see my dream
Every day I see my-every day I see my dream (I see my dream son!)
Everyday I see my dream
Every time I dive in my pool
It's hard
enough, I'd find out that day what was up with Mum
I remember her out the front of the house crying on the step
I just glanced over and saw Grandma helping
sayin's wrong
Wisen up, cause on Election Day
We'll see who's banned in the U-S-A!
Banned in the U-S-A, I was
Banned in the U-S-A, I was
Banned in
from my steel son, steel son
In New Orleans, there were many bizarre things I always saw
Growing up here, especially in the graveyards
a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with
Fuck with the best shit
Like the strongest manure
I'm ready when you are this is it
I'm in the lab cooking up all day
Everywhere you look, everything is in the news these days
Everything! It's in the news, it's in the news
I'm so sick and tired of hearing about
crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's
'm like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
Wake up in the jungle all I see is dreams
(Rise early and I start my day
With a quick run, by the park estates
Me and big bro, the crowded estates)
(Lost
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