Lyrics:
We've come so far in two months
Broke down like a little bitch in a trunk
Took her by the hand and lost my funk
Spitting up a pill now we gettin'
culminate with a five-hour battery
Of tests, performed by four separate disciplined PhDs, had begun
Eventual Diagnosis Autism
Even though her maternal
mothers tube
I'm covered in this thick layer of goo
Month two was the least most comfortable
My umbilical cord choking me
But month 3 was closer, see
And grow up and take charge
Month 5, Month 6 went by
Hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out
A date and time septemeber 14th, '73
Get ready
V4.2 Fanny
My only purpose, to beat the cattle barons from obtaining financial gain.
V5 Husband
A worthy cause, for sure, my dear. But, one day’s
Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2
5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back
I find 365, the number of days in a year.
There are 52 cards, the number of weeks in a year.
There are four suits, the number of weeks in a month
hate this feelin'
Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M
I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went
He said he went
Sometimes, I think about, drivin' by your house,
Though it hasn't been my place,
For three months, two weeks, one day.
I don't wish I could roll back time,
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
I find three hundred sixty-five the number of days in a year. Fifty-two cards, the number of weeks in a year. Four suits, the number of weeks in
the month
Knowing that you could run away with 2.5 plus
Fam they asking me not to fuss
Then bro imma cuss
Big salary workers getting bonuses of 10k plus
Now
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
First of all, platinum, five months
Holla you know I go away for two months
and the
Riff raff come back with this bullshit
Man this what
Y’all come
5, Month 6 went by
Hoping I'm born in July
But the Lord already figured out
A date and time septemeber 14th, 73
Get ready world
Doctors in the front
money like (Dwyane Wade)
(Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day
(Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper
Soon
gets disability allowance (wha'?)
No deals after midnight
Can make five bills by one if I link him and Howard (huh?)
Has your phone ever rang all day
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
I find three hundred sixty-five the number of days in a year. Fifty-two cards, the number of weeks in a year. Four suits, the number of weeks in
me out
For two to three thou. a month, they don't pay me enough
To spend my work day, taking this stuff this jerk say
I ain't workin' over time
I'm
Intro:
A-yo man chill let's take this moment of silence out for my man see-A Dogg.
Claude Austin. Rowdy 9-5.
Hook:
1-2 to the breaker 1-9-9-5, Jamal
me?
Nope, that's the fourth time this week
Another fast brother shot dead in the street
The very next day while I'm off to class
My moms goes
Yu-Gi-Oh cards, try no nut in the sheets
Not aroused by ass, tits and not even feet
Day 1, I stay awake 24/7 hours every week
Day 2, I can now float, no need
test ya later
I'm getting tested times are tough on this bodega
Two months ago somebody bought Ortega's
Our neighbors started packin' up and pickin'
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