Lyrics:
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that s*** up b****! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no b****! I'll f*** you up!
Yeah
Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
love you, Deborah
I don't even gotta say your full name, you are a goddess
Nicole Pastine (and of course the homie Xavier)
Rapping is my passion, I
like Danny Glover
Like quick with the lethal weapon
Won't ever see mr jetson
Your future cut short for steppin
Protecting my soul connection
But Don't
the tongues spiting
I just came in with baber bars your rap heads I’m Fading
I seen a future in the dream so I don’t relax on the weekend
Money suit me I
I've noticed inconsistencies in what I've asked, and what you’ve done
Test me I’ll be forced to turn your brother to an only son
‘Fore you speak I
lord know what I'm gon do they push me to that limit
Mmm hmm fuck your juice that ain't saving you I squeeze this lemon
Mmm hmm only white boy off that
by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I'm so
way and do not f**k with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Grinding hard just trying to see my brother free (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't need no company
to train, so many ways
And I'm amazed, but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
Another, day go by another, day's
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!
Yeah
to him!
C'mon boy, back to your cell.
Shut that shit up bitch! He's outta here, c'mon.
Don't be callin' my woman no bitch! I'll fuck you up!
Yeah
I seen some groundhogs and butterflies
These niggas gon' test all my luck
But if you get to push, niggas gon' push, you niggas going ghost out your
Tripping off the shrooms with my Guys, let's get high, tonight
All my brothers staying, by my Side, make sure I don't die
Heard you wanna ride, bet
remain brothers, fuck the others
In this cold world the war that's controlled by the trigger
Revelation or the scripture got to be that live nigga
would tip him over the edge
He got a knife in his hand in my chest he's trying to wedge
I don't know where my friend are but I got my brother
He attacking
the Trunk_
You come twenty-five deep, or maybe ten
If I let your ass push me, then you push me again
He was six foot four, they used to call him sir
But he
on your block be drifting like Tokyo
No cap when I be rapping that's a fact we really do this
Trying stack it so I'm grinding on this music
Don't try
my momma's eyes (they gon' feel this shit)
Try to see a nigga momma cry
All this money, don't matter when your homies is dying (oh they gon' feel
head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push these rhymes
In the midst
the better of me
I'm just tryna figure it all out
People don't change, just your expectations
Push you, then they kick you while your down
Back at it we go
target practice
Really hope that y'all don't mind, but I really need to vent
Speaking with a flame, but I'm soothed by Jesus' breath
Never was surprised,
played with your butt hole
Queer of the year, give them gear, you hear
Plus some new shoes, cause brother, it's bad news
If you try to play rough, dude
paper, forwards, backwards & sideways
I been a solo nigga ever since my younger days
Therefore, I drank by myself, smoke by myself
Plus, fuck all your hoes
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