Lyrics:
the plan in my head and buck it up with the muscle
fuck being the best rapper they are respecting the hustle
i make it clear like a sample lead by example
a counter strike
What d'ya know 'bout stereotypes
I've got this role model being tough
And I gonna keep it alright
No excuses, more boujies, know how
Use it
Excuse me miss I got little question to ask
I know we just met but I was hopin I could grab your ass
And will grab me back, while I'm checkin ya
I say I, need some hurt, the feeling of getting burst through the ceiling
I'd say it's worth the appeal of living on earth
I've been through my
I kind of thought you and me would be down town
Cause isn't that where we usually go on a Saturday night
But I can tell by that look in your eye
I've got a nerve
Just another particle
That we can all observe
As you trot it out, you know how
You trot it out, you know how
You had a ball at Eden
a youngin' I've been collecting bucks in the trucks
With the tools in the cut you think I'm bullshittin' or what
Don't give a fuck if you believe me or not
couldn't help him now.
Family gathered at his bed side ready to sing the blues, when a doctor rushed in and said I got some news.
The good news is Bubba
But I think he was just there to remind me
No body's got a shine quiet like me
When will you get it together (Yeah)
When will your love flow like
I'm blessed indeed I'm next excuse me
I got manners I'm polite G even
Though I've got manors behind me
Like T that's abbreviated slightly
Will I be
to those before me
That's all I've got to say
'Cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
How long till my soul gets it
Sixty-nine
Sixty-nine
(Sixty-nine) I've got my space suit
(Sixty-nine) And ninety pounds of space lube
Crossing through into a fuckin' worm hole beyond
contemplate my every day
And everything I've been afraid to change.
Never good enough, (promptly too late?),
Always excuses away.
I used to think if I never
from the trenches and gutter
I've been broke with brosephs
Take a hit of a spliff then I'm takin a sip
Suicide doors makin me slit my wrist
If your
glasses so you can look at the past
And give x an excuse to only play 90s bands
I've got cover ups inside my cover up
Normalise the problems till we think
say I've made about enough
Because I ain't lying when I say I got two ways to make this buck
If you survive one of my shooters you was blessed that
nigga that is inside of me
Malcom said fucking do it by any means
Way too bold I'm dwelling with my enemies
Enemies that act out like pharisees
I've seen
a word if you don't know
I've been called nigger since a young buck
By police frisking me for the gun tucked
Is it my profile, I got a dope style
Got em
gave me a script
Ive been curving n**** from day one my life written in script
Im liquifying you bitches bout to drown you in sinks
Im saying bye bye
that I do's about a buck
Or by the book
If it ain't the rich and famous
Y'all about afraid to look
If you don't trust in God, you're just a cog
Could be
that pussy apart, yah
I'm like the black Tony Stark, yah
A playboy who ain't got no heart, yah
I'm so rude excuse me, only these thotties, they choose
The baby gone to sleep with her kitty
I wonder what degree does she think of me
It's a ballad of essential dependency
Saying things I know we can never be
black leader in America
I ain't trying to b a black leader (black leader)
To get bought by corporations and mislead the
Community, those you swore you
have to think twice
Right a couple wrongs
Gonna have a good life
Me and you together
We taking out the big bites
Big bites
Big bucks
Get a big bag
Boutta
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