Lyrics:
you grew my sense
To witness life through another lens
Dug down in my own dirt
Filled up with my own poison
Bit by my inner snakes
Making
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
pacer
and leave u in the cold wit a cold without a coat
thats not gangsta them niggas aint ya boys man
then niggas is the poison gotta keep em under
bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
quite dead of course
There was an old man who champed at the bit
Another fool cursed by the poison he spits
Horse who caught the cow, the cow who caught
Who was saying this nation's indivisible?
I don't care what they say or if they paid, cats is miserable
Chillin while them chilln in jails to take
family, finally united
Our wavelengths are all on the same page
No Gee Dees Crips Bloods we're all in the same gang
Real cats who inspire no one basks in
don't mean it's what it gotta be
I'm honestly in line to fill my section of the prophecy
But I ain't tryna say that I'm a prodigy
Cuz I got here through
anyway
Let me slay artists for tips in the penny tray
By the way if that diamond ring don't shine
That's cause I bought it at the five-and-dime but don't
to it
half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm
she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops
tight right beside her ankle braclet
she
Little dress, little shoes
And a bow tie in my hair
They won’t tell you the truth
But that’s why I am here
Oh, but toys do not talk
They just bleed
I stay focused on my grind
Till it's time to shine
Get high enough to push the very limits of my mind
In my space and time
I'm flexin by design
I see
textes mais qui feel le beat
Combien de cats qui enlèvent l'index de leur signe de peace
Combien de gens célèbres qui sont devenus has-been
Combien de
for the white kids who still singin' that "Thotiana" (Huh?)
In the back of they mom's new Honda, sayin'
"Please play the song 'Mo Bamba'!" (Hahah!)
This
And some car keys
Gag shop spree
Jellybeans in my pocket
Kat-a-Kat Kee
Goes the cat with the rocket
Diesel is the brand of these jeans by the way
Finna do
Oh, I swallow up a mountain and I'm quiet as a clam
Saturday and Sunday in the poison air
Oh, and every day I work I help to put the poison there, oh
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
Lord forgive me
Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand
Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I
you cats wore my chain for
A month you'd be hunchbacked
Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the
Roof where the trunk at see
Clue or Flex will play it/
Who you expect to say this shit if I don't?/
What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by a cat who lets cash determine his
are all outcasts
I think you're fucking rad
But we have to start acknowledging
The poison in boys with be boys club is a thing
A membership I never
to the cats and play on the PlayStation
My brain looses concentration
Distracted
Find your mothers whiskey bottle in the cabinet,
Grab it
Bottoms up tonight
Eyes are screamin', "I ain't supposed to rap," come on, you know you're whack
These Minnesota cats touch down in places where it's dormant at
Bring
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