Lyrics:
I left the house about 8pm |Spent a little time with the boys again |I didn't really wanna be away from you |I went for one but I stayed till two ||I
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
face with a Mach razor
Then walk away from her cause
I'm a heart breaker
This ain't an arcade or a game at all
Crossing me on an off day is like
Tossing
cool when ya with me
(Aye)
(Aye)
I been fuckin' with you for a lil minute
I must admit, you the realest
Keep the tool when ya wit me
Like Bob
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
I'm falling back
Trying to do my best to keep it all intact
These pieces of a puzzle, put together by a thumbtack
I give it all I got, cause this time
I left the house about 8pm
Spent a little time with the boys again
I didn't really wanna be away from you
I went for one but I stayed 'til two
I
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
and pray to God, ayy
I know i got it on lock
Bro doing time i told em' watch
My head hurtin' I'm missing Bob
I'm calling Brodie for a car, ayy
And I call
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
Somewhere in the world it's 3 o'clock
Time to get out of school and think
Somewhere in the world it's 5pm
And quittin time means it's time to drink
Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is
JUST BLAZE!
("No more fun and games!")
Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Witta Attitude,
At 8pm the crimson light it shines I work like DVR
Ain't no read between the lines if you'd just listen to my bars
I put hours upon hours in, a known
thrown in a ditch
It's almost Halloween
So time for the trick
Bullets start flying
I'll catch bubbas lip
Don't worry be happy
Bob Marley kept it classy
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
strange is it?
With a super flex
First address in the game don't it suck eh?
In the same flame we burn together eh
You so light ima call you feather weight
I got real diamonds, no crystals
I got that ak, no pistol
I do not play games, too official
All of your raps, too superficial
I put a RIP by your
do not talk, you talk
And I will make you walk
Make you walk and make you ball
I know what you need to know
Every time we talk a game
I say I'm gonna
crumbs, and a zoo visits
Who is it, taking pictures, probably giving you kisses
Bob and Nancy, acting fancy
It's that Thai 9 for late night, giving you
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck
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