Lyrics:
ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But
get up out the neighborhood
Get myself together come back to back so they can all hate me well
But is it really worth it though?
Sometimes I think
to the ouchin', more a fountain
But that's how we get anotha doggy dogg housin'
This year we ain't fuck with thousands
We clean with millions and we fly
Don't let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm, I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked means you're better off
let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I
gun is bisexual
It's hittin' male or female when I'm lettin' go
This is a code alert, my truck rim size da number
On Jordan shirt, 23's got to work
We
Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin
Well, I could
in, we're comin in
[Dred Scott]
AND, to make sure they wouldn't try that again
Hit one in the head with a bottle of gin
Seen the next one reach to go
ballot
Do you, cause it is what it is
You get money, give money
We just tryin' to live
Always laugh, smoke weed
Fuck a lot, flip P's
Fuck the cops, good
thinking
Socialising online is a contradiction
I get high off pills that you get on prescription
We're all buying shit for our own damn addictions
get bored,
Hood on, shoot till they drop nigga
We'll be waiting for you
'round the corner nigga
Only 12 and a half and
Already ducking them jabs
Fighting back,
having gunners
They'll come and kill your momma
More money more problems
We aint tripping we gone solve em
Get em gone by tomorrow
50 bags get em off
Stack
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
can't fuck with no gin
Pour a shot of henny it's gon' slow me down
But where the loud? We smoke that by the pound
He get knocked off we do not make
Okay
We in the booth
Let's get it
She a Doctor by trade
Entrepreneur to be made
Starting to get paid
Better than getting played
Leading her to fade
then I get a ride, home
Closing time, we handle business no overtime
Eyes on the clock nearly all the time
Slave 9 to 5 then I get a ride, home
How was
the time
Slave 9 to 5 then I get a ride, home
Closing time, we handle business no overtime
Eyes on the clock nearly all the time
Slave 9 to 5 then I get
sink in
I had a sip of my gin stuck in the middle
What's it all for it's giving me so little
I want more you and me together
We will chasing ghosts away
of gin
And then I'll rap my shit again
A mothafuckin once again
[Chorus: OFI]
Each and every day
We be liven it up
West Coast South Side
We be
shit, we beating it up
Get rock for bread cause niggas ain't eating enough
In the club deep as the fuck every weekend heating it up
I could tell you
them to the good will store to get some clothes to wear
As we turned around the corner I saw you standing there
I tried to turn the children and walk
chin
Black mother fuckers scared to jump in
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor
I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more
Back in town, we get
jiggling while you jerk it
Dirty's gonna work it out
(Do that thing)
Now I need to put my work in
Double my pleasure, whatever, lets get together
by the band the Gin Blossoms
I accidentally saw them once
Hey, I get carried away
But it's easy to be unafraid
When you're so critically disdained
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