Lyrics:
don’t remember when he said he would change
Now he wanna be lonely he don’t want homies
Nobody feel his pain
We all tryna get by, big thing about life
the money
That's sweet, sweet love
Don't try it and even put some strychnine
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This ain't no Jim
the money
That's sweet, sweet love
Don't try it and even put some strychnine
Listen to the pronunciation of strychnine in this cool-Aid
This ain't no Jim
to the side
[Pharoahe Monch]
There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme
I just want to go on a ride
on a kaleidoscopic tree, visually..
[Prince Poetry]
my grandma go, then tell me who is gonna pray for me
Look, as I'm going through this pain, I don't even pray no more, I roll it and I face
don't look
Eat a bootie mean is like I've recently retired from eating pussy
You know I don't eat pussy no more I suck pussy and I eat the bootie
And I like
mercy
Lord by Your Grace she wants to live straight
But right now Lord she's too curvy
Perfect man is too dirty, Lord nobody can meet your standards
So
sorrow (Sorrow), Watch them tears gone follow
But the streets don't care Ain't shed a tear you forgotten by tomorrow (So For Real)
Chopper gone sing that's
me jefe earndhart
got to New York like I'm sponsored by carhart
don't want yo bitch cause she look like a aardvark
don't got no bite in em these niggas
be riding on me tipsy
The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines
like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper
It don't get no better than
hard to
Cry no more, shout and sing
Violence in silence the loudest thing
They don't know about the
Power the Shaolin brings
Place a rock for a mountain
bruisin' in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't
bruisin' in the back of a Mustang
With style and finesse I'm never second best
Drink beer for breakfast pass any piss test
Mai Tai's no tie dyes I don't
And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly
And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones
We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they
put ice
I'm missing a g-note, fixed price
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes
Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire
ha, rock yeah you dropping that hot shit
You really dropping that hot shit ha, Z-Ro let me
Hear what you gonna sing for this one, come on
Three
on me get woke with a taser
So many L's but I'm learnin' from failures
All independent I don't have a major
Not like you my heart beat irregular
No nine
night
Cruise the Boulevard up to a street light
Then it's one, two, three - rev em up
Racing in the streets with a beat on rock
Boys spin their wheels
moved with that hammer
You know that them youngns going to kill
Better watch your manner they do not want anna
I know that these niggas going to Squeal
the pussy monsoon
I’m a motherfuckin monstar
Like dwayne she got me rock hard
I don’t flop I just block hard
Lesgeetit poppin like a pop tart
No switchin
the time or day
So I'm a guest that's cool I guess
Dr. Umar ain't no Dr. Dre he don't like the GOAT to have white flesh
That's a big pill to tryin' digest
hearts together like a jigsaw puzzle
Yo, pause, baby Paul, may I bust that bubble
By telling you about the God who I trust to turn trouble
Into triumph
I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by
show you how we live, Imma show 'em what it do
I don't really pay attention to the lies that they shoot
Like I follow Paul Pierce, keep my eyes
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