Lyrics:
Outside the frame tokin
Cashing tokens
Alter motives
Got me golden
Rolling smoking
Hydro potent
Pray Mary Joseph
Keep me focus
On a triple c
Put you through
a winning hand
Son, she always said, you gotta stand tall
Even when it looks like you'll take a fall
Life is short and sometimes sweet
Get out
B.G.
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar
I ain't touching the mic if it ain't five
and I'm ready to rock
This is how it goes
Yes, I rock so good, I rock so well
I ring-ding-ding-ding-ding-a-dang
Baby, I'll ring your bell
Yes, I'm
around again
He doesn't need her now in all the ways that she needs him
She's on the edge about to fall from leaning out again
She doesn't know which way
boys
Tonight we're droppin' by 'cause your parents left
The Beastie Boys gonna let you know
Your sister's def
Your sister's def
She's so huh, is
I been
Grinding
Sliding
Riding
Hardy Boys top rope
Sweet chin music
Kurt Angle ankle lock
Beats I'm abusing
Undertaker tombstone
Rock rock bottom
De largent my favorite word up in France
I picked up my coat she say you the man
I grab henny bottles say yes I am
A bitch can't leave with me out
let it faze me
Tryna keep my head on straight so later things can get hazy
But who could blame me
We going out tonight
Fixing to hit the homies grab my
to the ceiling, you know imma let it grow out, you know I
Pinky ring feeling like the middle of December
This rose in my cup like I'm revealing someones gender
Just
DOOR
AND PUTTING HER WATER BOTTLE AWAY BUT IT FALLS ON THE
FLOOR. THEN FREDDIE COMES RUNNING OUT FROM HIS APARTMENT
ACROSS THE HALL AND GRABS IT THEN
split personalities
Who get get mo' cheddar
Come to find out he Barry Adrian Reese
Some nigga in a 'Hotel' in
A B-Boy stance, that's it
It gets no better
live to well
My team to raw
Man big boss dawg
Oh you tryna get in ?
Young boy grab a pen
Oh you can’t tell ?
Just by that smell
We live to well
My team
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
But see I'd balled out, and before I fall I'd
Slow my 'Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
to introduce ya brain to ya nosebone
Spectators, no ring, boy I still go home
I beat my meat cuz I ain't gettin no dome
Fall asleep wake up, and I don't even
in sets I go
Realest nigga by far got a problem ring the alarm
Niggas don’t want smoke from Bolo to Harlem
That’s word to moms let my flow go like
out throwing bo's at your section
Apply the sleeper hold just
In time for elections
Talking heads tap the side of
They nose as it grows
Catch a tiger by
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
Trump too scared to grab it
No not everyone everyone
That ass so fat with a PH balance tastes so right when you eat it
Cheap boys know a dime when they
And vowels instead of rifals
And hang out with rhyme pals
Who tower like the Eiffel
A lot of things change and some things don't
A lot of people fall off
who you are
You can go far
You a shootin' star
Infinite potential
I'm speaking from a mountaintop, Moses
Sent by the one n only God, chosen
Carving out
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
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