Lyrics:
My Grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor.
It was taller by half,
Than the old man himself.
Though
fuck them
Ray Lewis on the opposites, got them fools ducking
Hit-stick on a bitch, young man trucking!
Got them rolling papers paid by my duckets
I'm
A.M., he's on the kitchen table
Dick licked enabled by a chick thick as J-Lo
He grabs for the last rubber in the stash he has
Too bad cause the (?) half
Never should've given me a chance Now I'm Running through the city with a big
Bag of weed in my pants Yeah, feeling like a man Now, but I got a man
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me
Ain't nobody wanna holla
I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart
Now everybody wanna holla
was with bae bae cuddling
Now fans tryna give man hugsing
Same city, man's hugging
Hard food, no dumplin'
Shot half a brick then shell down Dublin
to got homies right around the way
No one ever tell a jumpin can't call yourself a man, okay
Handling your own business, even though it's bad intentions
Boys he made his fame
Well the caller called Casey
Bout half past four
He kissed his wife
At the station door
He stepped into the cabin
With
Boys he made his fame
Well the caller called Casey
Bout half past four
He kissed his wife
At the station door
He stepped into the cabin
With
I wonder what he'll think of me
I guess he'll call me the "old man"
I guess he'll think I can lick
Every other feller's father
Well, I can
I
caught a case and a half
He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro
I can't move until the man says go
Boys he made his fame
Well the caller called Casey
Bout half past four
He kissed his wife
At the station door
He stepped into the cabin
With
way for bottles y'all
All for the bottles man
Shatta with the party
The storm is coming too
She said 50 for the night
Pulled up in the hammers
Lil boy
"I'm gonna fall, break my neck"
"Oh get on by man, I'm gonna get out your way, I'm in the street"
"I'm tryin' to walk here, y'all runnin' these damn
I'll find a way to answer it
Like why did granny keep on smoking when it's cancerous
And why did pops lose his job back in '06
Man I'm glad for what I
Followed by a mode,l I ain't even cop a bottle
See me GP and I ain't even hit the throttle
Mansion not listed, why'all got me twisted
Only young boys shop
talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't
cause
She took a bottle to the head and half the drink gone
Toll man sleeping in the booth so I hit the horn
He woke up, still sleeping acting kinda slow
brain I would've offed it"
I told him, "Don't compare suffering
Suffering's just suffering"
He was my boy, I really cared about him
Shit, He's still my
Oil
We throws at least half a ki' in the pot to boil
Royal niggas, rags to riches
Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes
Burn money
and shame."
They brought the boy, wild-eyed with fear; they made him understand;
They stood him by the dying man, a rifle in his hand.
"Make haste!" said
Rest in peace to my mothafucka biggie smalls
That's right boy, it's goin' on
Right here, thug life
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
out"
But as we ran, there were the boys in blue
Pointing their guns at my four man crew
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what
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