Lyrics:
whole life, so-
People are so burnt out, life can be so fleeting
People that shut down their laptop at five, want that balance in life, they don't work
wanna catch a case
It's Choppa in the new No Limit
Next five years, nigga, we back in this
P. Miller'd out, from ya head to the tendents
Sissy
the mornin'
Before I grip on the grind
You know I
Still gotta ride
Hiawassee
I Still gotta ride
Hiawassee
Nine to five ain't payin' bills
So I tried the nine
in the glass
Make sure you keep control
Weekend is almost here
Then you can just let go
You try to run put them bills on hold
Work late night
Hoping no
an
Open goal in five-a-side
(Fucksticks) When I lost my hard
On's after nan had died
(Fucksticks) When the teacher's told me
That I was no good
(Fucksticks)
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s
See me easily givin' fools the finger like E.T.
we be rougher than callous (y'all faggots)
Sing a love
Shut that little booty hole mouth up
Every time you talk it's like a hippo
Has the hiccups
Spent my youth on some Onyx shit and
This is a stickup
Tooly on deck, like a hammer on a balcony
Pretty schizophrenic, I got microphones surrounding me
Feel a little paranoid from the THC
And I'll keep
When Rolo get around their little presence
Usually would let it slide but the fact of the matter
It's really about essence
Don't got a chance to be tired
up the phone to call my Aunt Dot
So she could fill me in a little more about the plot
Nine, one, seven, eight, five, eight, two, one, two, two
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
to get up
To go take the chair
And I would always catch him
In the collar of his neck
And pull him back by his shirt
But by the time he turned five
I
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
don't think that she real
By 21 I'm gonna have a mil
Been empty but she taught me how to feel
Now I think I'm ready to go chase these dollar bills
Canada
lyrically on a scale of 1-10 I'm 25!
Chorus:
Verse 3:
Yo, Yo,
A little bit of weed and some hennesy,
Got me ready to set it with kinetic
the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We
raining
Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong
raining
Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
A teenage lookout on the signal tower
The mogul's daughter in hog-tie
The mogul fingers the wrong
I'm ready
But first I gotta please me and I've mastered that believe me
It's easy!
5 finger romance with the mic hand
Stand back, I'll bust in your
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
feelin'...
Like a windmill with a thin bill while his skin's peelin'
And skids 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock
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