Lyrics:
your world go around, you got a problem
But let's make no mistake, let's get it straight
I've done seen paper take mothers off Section 8
They say
On the worst day, your birthday, that's when I cut you down
Let me show you how, to make this money by the pound
Get a black dickie fit, can't forget the hundred
Let me tell you a story.
It's called tough love.
Once upon a time there was a girl called Sonita.
Dreaded goin' home after school 'cause her dad
got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet
I can open up a gun store
Really street, I ain't goin' for the guts though
Give you cash money, I can't give no fuck though
Buck shots in his
hangin' out here by the campfire
Spirits goin' higher and higher
You know the medicine man has everything you need
Whether it's weed or coke
back home
Hotline bling if you get his phone
Gotta own up or you get disowned
Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much
And the gold chain match
people and later ate their dead bodies?"
"Jeffrey Dalmer?"
"No! The correct answer would be your mother!"
"Wha'!"
"Shaggs?"
"Aw shit,
on Gillie and Wallo show goin' at it
Before you sign a contract, let your lawyer look at it (just sayin')
That's a million dollar worth of game that I just
talkin' 'em out
Questions that always end up in, "Fuck is you talkin' about?"
The swear words all in your mouth
You goin' off all in the house
fiction from facts
I know you worried but this is a tribe
As sharp as a knife by your side to survive
I spit the eternal flame just to suffice
That’ll keep
the friends that I have lost
While your path froze your guts to death--I'll check you in as Jack Frost.
A child and his mother, I corrected the disturbance
daddy-slapstick-gist"
Your spirit's like:
"Keep calm and pass the buck to mommy
She can handle this!"
You're simply full of lust
I know it makes you feel so ill
Still
yours tomorrow
Remember the tables can turn
You can't judge a book, a book by its cover
And that's a lesson we all can learn
One more day alone, one more
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
with a
Style dat I made up?
Wow! When I'm home, it's envy
I feelin' like the? Bob?
When he was on da fone with Jimmy
Wow! What the fuck is goin' on out
you got
'til it's gone right
Do what you gotta do man
Support you and yours god giveth
God taketh away young Buck!
So we could just pay the bills
I'm trynna stack it to the ceiling Pay me
Ima always keep it a
Buck that real
If your hurting Ill be your heal
Just
your mother tried to talk to me
But I was playin dumb and said I didn't even know you, gee
6 months later after doin 2 in county blues
Saw you
So we created our own wave
We appreciate all the supporters
Most importantly we appreciate the haters
Okay, Dexter it's your time, we goin'
Yeah (Oh
from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my
Destination: ?
Trapped in the dandie's lion with a pit of lions
World crying, inside, what the fuck's goin on with me?
What's goin on? What's goin
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home
Sitting in my car don't know where to go
But I'll watch the stars as I smoke this dro
Woah, I'll find my way back home
Pick up my phone, don't wanna
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