Lyrics:
droughts
(Ain't seeing no droughts)
I barely go out
(I do)
You need me?
Come by the house
(Come by the house)
Queen from the south
(Yeah, yeah)
She make it
was cravin
She bring it to me like she a waiter
I poe it up like a bartender
Clean cuts but I like em thinner
It's plated well so I ain't trippin
And I
birth to my first rhyme, got stopped by the cops wit their gun up
Thought I knew it all, didn't know shit
Drinkin' liquor, smokin' weed to the roach clip
We've got Thegsss, King Enakpodia, MacP
Let's go, Mr Moore
We dem bad boys from the ghetto
Ain't nothin' wey we nor see
We dem cut loose from the ghetto
worth it
When you hurtin
Airing out laundry
I got the detergent
Drunk an sippin I was swerving
Boys on the hunt an they lurking
Now I got multiple lessons
about all this stuff
I learned about that you can get diamond baguettes, princess cuts or crushed
I got a piece I got a crease, nigga I look nice in it
thinkin got you thinking crazy, Dudley Moore
Unlike him the truth to you is hid inside your core
Honestly we should cut ties, you don't want war
If you
Too much
I gotta cut it
It sucks to not be the topic of your discussion
I miss the times we used to sit around and talk shit
Magic with them hands you
it even stronger
I'm out for this, betting chips, part of the rest
Disrespect, pardon my left
Gary Carter was a part of the Mets (Rest in Peace)
diet, like we only eat dairy
Big off the weight, when I got shit snapping like I'm Larry
This is it, this is what we do, only money moves
Pop out rich,
like the dude from that game and go fucking Postal in the pit
The one with cats as silencers and Gary Coleman in it
Shit no wonder I was screwed by this
really no really no
Really no really no really
No cuts on a young nigga belt
Like he fresh out of prison
Them rats gon' show who they know then
I got 'em
the obstacles we’ll figure this shit out
Sider do it better than the folk out here do
Put rumors on your name lames do to see you
Fall instead of ballin y’all
feeding on my flesh
I'm in a cemetery
It turns out that i'm sorta what these sinners envy
A nigga vanished I'm re-established
I'm making niggaz panic even
it
Jump in the pit leave your face readjusted
I don't keep the heat but my homies might tuck it
Today I'm like "fuck it"
Fresh out of patience
You test
Yea Yea Yea Yea yeah
Sheas
I came with from the bottom
I climbed up out the mud
They never gave me nothing
That just the price of love
When you come
will be over
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you
We're not alone
We're not alone
We're not
Kasso gets got for ten bags of dust
Now it's not a big town, and people are big mouths
So he fishes around 'til he figures it out
Gary Lauwers,
ain’t gotta scream it they fucking know it
I’m a west side nigga my pockets pink fifties
When I come from out east my clip empty
I’m a Gary Indy nigga I’m
Who'd thought that would be the site
Where he and his family died
The street is like a graveyard
Tombstones lurching over us
Those shouting out to their
nothing
My trap still had days like chick fil a, so you know it’s jumpin
I be in the cut
Highlight film, I’d make it
Just like Jordan, smoking Gary Payton
they start
Hide they hand and they Part
While we barely making a living
Gary, Fathered, Lil, D
Rest in peace, ain't make it home
Laid down his life
years out of college
And I always thought, oh
What? No, it sounds stupid
Aw, come on!
When I was little I thought I would be
What? A big comedian
Ima hot nigga like I'm Bobby
Got the section jumpin like ah Ollie
Float like ah butterfly sting like ah bee
Wham knock me out this shit hit like it's
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