Lyrics:
how u rage
I can show ya how to rage
Nick nack patti wack
Yeah give a dog a bone
Be in my head choosing what I wanna do
But if a nigga cooling
thought
I never leave my life with a lawyer
Eyes wide with my head on the swivel
Choose a side or get left in the middle
I just treat with the sand
thinking)
That nigga diss me shit go way wrong
(Oh my god)
That's what mean by this bonfire
This 808 it go for long hrs
Don't affiliate with you non powers
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
Musical Mother for me
You put melodies in my head
But I still couldn't think of words
My language: Shallow and gray
The first lyrics: Kitschy and tepid
Then
and back in hopes to glow with you
She's the Patti Mayonnaise to my Doug Funnie
Every kiss is twenty four carats, no Bugs Bunny
I used to live wild (wild)
head to the Safeway
Tampico I'm sippin', thats just by the jug
Pulled me a baddie
Think her name Patti
She is a blondie, I feel like my best friend is
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
you're in the dark
I've been a stranger ever since we fell apart
I feel so out of sea
Watch my eyes are filled with fear
Tell me do you feel
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
A bead of sweat runs down my back as
The words rattle around in my head
"It's time we don't forget" as if
We've ever been given a chance
As our city's
leave bullets, stuck in ya head
Keep that in mindi'm get back to that
The gun connect called and said, "Holla
I'm about to feed the block whatchu want?"
I
with my eyes closed
And one hand tied behind my back, in fact
Hold the mic with the other to show these brothers they wack
Beat concrete down and grains
the hatred in their eyes and it's cold
Their children are nothing but them in the future
Accept it.
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
me in manacles ...
BEN
Manacles! Oooh.
(his eyes go quite dreamy)
My idea of heaven is to be allowed to be put in manacles ... just for a
few hours.
polish and put our head
Down in the back of the class
And not notice out of
Fear that someone might laugh at one
Of our ideas – that our
Idea could become
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you
forget me it's, by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
Put four in your head, have you
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
Close my eyes, feel like I'm going down
In an elevator at 90 miles an hour
And all I see is stars and they coming at me sort of like a meteor shower
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