Lyrics:
doing time up in rivers when he came home
Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line
No drive by we jump out and dump where you grind
Excuse me
I'm loyal to the game
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me
name it
The heartache and break and
The shame played that game
But I, couldn't seem to win
I started to think
Something was wrong with me
'Til I
UNCLE WALTER:
B-Benjamin Franklin... is...
Excuse me. Benjamin Franklin is... one of the most prolific inventors of the eighteenth century! Thank
Just me and you I don't think a cutie would do
We can break it off the pound
Lets just quarantine and chill
Lets just chill, All we do is blow
Inhale
She 'bout to go to the dance hall (hall)
Two bad bitches got a dance-off (off)
By the end of the night, I tried 'em all (all)
We get allowed
heartache, heartache
I think I need my Heart Brake
Oh no, now it's too late
I've fallen for you, my mistake
A lonely heart, you did create
Need my (Get yours
And today I started loving you again
And I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough to let my heartaches mend
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
of their palms
And a whole bunch of guns wrapped tight in their arms
See them bastards woke me up when they broke my alarm
I was getting my ass licked by
destiny written, my life has a purpose
They respect and check for me
Be 'cause I'm worth it
Expectin' the greatest, would think
It won't hurt me, hold up
it’s no excuse
But I’ve got a lot in my mind
And it’s telling me what to do
So sorry I can’t come to your party
Sorry I can’t respond to you
Cuz I’ve got
strong within
That when it came my fig leaves blew off in the wind
You left me naked at the cross
I am saved by your thorns
And without them we wouldn't
understand
Why I was so fucking scared and so goddamned happy, man
And I've debated telling you all this so many times
To think that you'll hate me for it
I feel like I'm Toucan Sam
Different color vv's I'll show you on cam
Rocking Rick Owens getting fly Peter Pan
I was raised by wolves I ain't get
playin' boy
I've been waitin' by the phone just to hear your story
Gettin' tired of them same lame excuses comin'
Now tell me do you have the answer to my
shit
I be making music 'bout you so you
Could just fuck with it
You managed to mess me up, to the point where
I can't think straight, hesitate
You win,
to get the weaponry
So I wrote the verse before
He got finished textin' me
A spliff, and in about 60 seconds
I've written destiny i'm glowin', nigga
Lamont
I've got helps me to find
The players who try out strats not that divine
When I see these supplies, I think this bad boy's mine
Got my squad with me
Oh
And niggas grilling
Really set me in a trap
No excuses
Hood put me on to that
So if the bucks a near
I had to turn to Warren Sapp
I used to think I need
feels alright)
You make me feel like a million bucks, bae (And I can't explain why)
I can chill around you and I love it (It's gotta be you, it's gotta be
peeped, she came by to let me hammer her
She's looking right, damn, I should've hid the camera
She hit me off but, yo, it's my word
She got dropped by
up-bringing
So by 2020 Candace was not the song you'd be singing
You're Owen an apology to me for that for starts
Your wicked ass family who never let you hang
good I’ve been feeling like shit
I’m in the hood but I’m buying all this nice shit
But let me take you back to when a pen was priceless
I was 13 I was
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