Lyrics:
Having this life I done built up so much pain
Having all these ppl depend on u can build a strain
Being blocked in and never ounce trying to switch
You don't want to get down that's on you
If you want to bust it open that's on you
Mama got no nine to five but she cool
She went and flipped her e d
the fuck on (bitch)
Bitch you a custo', I serve I don't fuck those (bitch)
You know I got the drip, my sweater fifty benji's (five bands)
If I can't fuck
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
essence.
Here you allowed to be great so stay relentless.
I could make a popper a king I'm that conscious
Matter after Matters mehn,
Chapter after
git back
Yea, all the young ladies call me "Get It Mayn'"
I don't know if y'all lames gon' understand
You can see the phat stacks off, in my pants
rich and wavy
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
You can hear them raw sounds when I
couch to occupy
Mama like come on baby maybe this ain't for you
Give another 9 to 5 a try
But I rather sell bootleg movies out of my partner's hooptie
And the five I took away, I'd a left alive
If I could do all it again I'd bring Virg' back
Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that
I would
of maracas
Every crew out here's scared they can't drop us
All these females like to stare cuz they jock us
If you don't like it, I don't really care, you
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
week
You can hear her shriek from the gashes in her cheeks
No, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a creep that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house stinks
leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, then you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready, so you can ride
leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, then you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready, so you can ride
why I still get ridiculed at school
Ain't you like thirty-five and dressing in foil
With the laser pistol super-duper nuclear coils
Researching Batman,
niggas and me releasin
Bone and CD's
With money steady increasin
For houlagans like me
Money by all means
Smokers gone pay for daytons
Smokin on collard
new (mh)
So basically, fuck all that spendin' on clothes and trickin' on hoes (fuck all of that)
Only buy shit that can be sold
'Cause you gon' need
and answer my church
Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her
body laced in chalk, grace is real as fuck hey yay yay yay
I realize why he did it to me after, making history you can't skip no chapters
Gotta conquer
(Retro)
Will I feel the same way about you the next day? (Day)
Can't keep up, all these hoes I slay
I'ma eat your body up like food on my plate
rich and wavy
Gotta roll over to you, gotta get my release
Spread your legs downtown, as I'm goin' out to eat
You can hear them raw sounds when I
Stop trying to take this away from me
I have chosen house Joestar
And I got it right
You can tell from seeing my demeanor and my body type
My
we keep obeying
How you master doing
When you can't stop slaving
Heat on my tail
Feet gon need ice, might swell
Weakened my foes
And did it all by
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