Lyrics:
aim, homies
They gon' pay me with ya brain, owe me
Did it al by myself, lonely
Said he gon' cook me, it gotta be kitten
Make what, called buddy aimin'
everybody's talking
In the T with my g
Taking turns with a portion
I'm black an' a white rapper
Morrisson an' Jordan jaykae an' Aitch
I can't shop by myself
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g
the way that I talk
You can tell I'm a G by the way that I walk
You can tell I'm super fly by the way that I dress
Ya own momma wanna fuck talkin' bout
As I sat sadly by her side
At the window, through the glass
She stroked a kitten in her lap
And we watched the world as it fell past
Softly she
] [A]
[A] It's hard to find good [G] friends in a [A] lifetime
[A] You can usually [G] count 'em on one [A] hand
I [A] shivered [G] by the fire
the cool bus pass I'm a Christian
So I'm living by that G-code that's God over dollars over gualla Mi cmigo I can't even call it I just throw it like
Yea
CdaDon
Nah
Cda motherfuckin don
That sound better
She love how I rap
She love when I'm spittin
Know ima dog
She givin me kitten
My hair too long
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
I'd rather be defined by my rhymes, even if I was pink
I'd still find a beat and just grind my teeth till I am weak
I'm just tryna eat and get by, like
but he pigeoned by the toe
Off the wock wit the glock but i ain't slippin by the sto
This bitch suck dick and snort coke she a different typa hoe
Big 40
only if it sits right
Only trying to get by, baby don't you trip up
It ain't always street lights, it ain't always stop signs
Shoto Todoroki, I live
My hands on yours
You're soft like a kitten
We blew cold vape clouds
And wore each other's mittens
My hands on yours
You're soft like a kitten
We blew
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
hang with kittens i ain't never kidding woe
Playing with them scales they think I'm a fisher
He got 9 lives and too many whiskers
You could tell G5 i got
on all D G sections and strum in other
places, but listen to the record to catch it all.
(from Tea for the Tillerman, 1970)
(sent by Harlan
which life
I wanna take so I keep it slow
Driven by the g's I know
Given them a seat my throne
The evenings cold
Deep in the smoke
Spitting freestyles
on my couch? (don't worry 'bout it)
How they get so cool? (don't worry 'bout it)
You've been struck by the two banditos
What the fuck is that? (don't
ain't shit but long division
A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench
Kids kaleidoscope into an arch and two by two
like playiong g g em as below. try it (both ways) and
Let me know what you prefer.
Chorus
Intro: horns over g em g em g em see d (twice)
Bass : (g d e e
get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by
cars
You ain’t know who searching for gold
You know what move by the hundred
Temperature outside stay a hundred
I’m outside high this pack a hundred
Uh,
Uh,
Yeah
We get the racks by nightfall,
Hop out a all black coupe with a bad lil bitch
Look like she don't like y'all
Ooh,
Know this a meeting
missing
Poof! Gone magician
After he get the kitten
The worlds on wack
The only non nuclear
Is the bomb ass blacks
And we cant trust the fam
We can't trust
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