Lyrics:
a flower some days I get a bucket
Don't celebrate me in private then try to bash me in the public
I'm still here and I love it
Loose ends you gotta cut em
love cause when I don't, I don't get nun in return
I cannot sleep at night I get up and I smoke for my nerves
If I was good I would be bigger but maybe
I just spent a fifty on clothes (sheesh)
Let's get paid (paid)
Fuck it, let's get paid (get racks, get racks)
I'm not in the red light district
I'm fucking disgusted
I fear for the lives for my sisters, my brothers
Less fortunate than I, let's formulate a plan
I'm sick of holding grudges, I'm
standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his
niggaz the rough
Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beatin' up the block,
to the moon, Rest In Peace to the Rocket
That's all I'm gonna be yellin' when you see us on 'em tours
L.O.Y.c.L.T.Y, New Money, Blocc Brothers merch all in your
anymore
Don't need to go crawl, cleaning floors in the mall, or sell soap, meat or fish door to door
You'll never again have to crush in a train, on your
i got the heat in tact
Don't know who gone ride on me, eyes open so I'll see attacks
My temper something crazy, if I'm angry, all i see is black
in a 4 door if my brothers can't slide
What I look like on a plane if my brothers can't fly
When my brothers get out I'm right there by they side
light
I mean the devil trying to cheat me but the lord help me ease right
It's like the pressue solvester
I get those hands that don't let up
I get
nothing you can do but get your PHD.
(Playa hata's degree?) That's right!
(Aw hell yeah!)
Player Haters Academy, located on Wellfarm, in Detroit
a fountain
Got these dicks taller than a fucking mountain
Think about me in the P.O.V
Say your name bitch
And your knees get weak
Better tip this pussy
Ain't
know some shorties that's stuck in the field
Boy you a thunkie get cracked like a seal
Please don't be stupid I'm toting this steel
Bro in the cut
and I'm gone give You the answer These niggas really Don't want smoke my brother Died From cancer
Sometimes I feel I'm the shit
I ain't Da Baby but just
nigga
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop Dont stop
For too long of a time its been war my nigga
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop lets get it
Past fly by i'm just thinking bout a drive by
Intuition telling me Quest better open your eyes
Watch out for the white lies
Even in the sunshine
They've grown cold to your love, and blind to your peace.
Hatred in their eyes that only seems to increase.
Loneliness guards the doors to their heart,
rips but don't even trip
Welcome to Southern California
Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
Your little brother plays Pop Warner
Narcs
Like Dave I don't die for Nyash
But darling let's go and Smash
Do it for me
Na not for Cash
Let's go clubbing in the summer
Let's go to Mash
And then
an animal
Watch me roar
I'ma count these moves till I can't count no more
Let's get high in the bench
If you can't afford it, then you can smoke with me
If
TRG, we making that cream.
People get fooled, it ain't easy as it seems.
You can rock on till the break of dawn,
But one by one, your ass is gone.
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
I got
get too friendly
Best friends
To lovers
Till lovers turn to enemies
So fuck me like you hate me
Boy I don't understand
Cuz you talked up your head
So
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