Lyrics:
the bosses sit up behind the desks, it costs billions
To blast humans in half, into calves and arms (Heh)
Only one side is allowed to have bombs
Strange Ways
always start with good intentions
But lose ourselves along the way
This is the time that we let it go
These are the words that will take us home
Singing
Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it
Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it
Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded
Swear
given was pain
That I could spit over beats
So guerilla on his last leg
Watching time fly by
Over and over and deep inside
Forever wonder why
Trae never
lingerie
and I think I heard the DJ call her Sauncerea
body route around the pole on her hands and her knees
18 half black and half vietnamese
looking like
I'm working all day I ain't checking my phone ain't worried bout home
Baby mama she calling my phone like is you alive is you gone?
Your son say he
just like goin' home
And it stoned me
On the way back home we sang a song
But our throats were getting dry
Then we saw the man from across the road
With
of sinners - never home for dinner
Busy guzzling a half-gallon-talent
While crews clap and applaud all of my faults
I was seeking for validity with all of my
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
Bitch I been a "G" all my life
A "G" down to ride
"G's" stay getting high
I'm a "G" 'til I die
A nigga known to bust gats
Take half a day
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
gave you a bag
But look what they took
You know they ain't no such
Thing as half way crooks
Night cries of a siren eyes widen its around two-and-a-half
Alongside my better half soundly deep breathing
A whisper in her ear enhances
and ham
Blonde hair green eyes surrounded by snow
Little snow in me too I adjust to the cold
Black kids black top just the way that we roll
Hung out with
intoxicated for me to take the high road
Since the Whiskey came, I done lost my way
Lost myself in a drink
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself
Sidewalk chalk and a driveway stage
My mom said to be home by eight
Maybe next week we'll stay up late
Enough to watch George Lopez
Solo cups on your
Animated!
I've been so hood, don't come my way
(Don't come my way)
Choppers and Glocks hit niggas' face
(Hit niggas' face)
If you not fam, get
Pointer came to reign and say something
Eddie Hayes stays a little ways from me
the west side combination is legendary
home studios, cause by any means
need more Styrofoams
If you find your way home you know that porch light is on
I lay in bed wishing your side was warm
We wish we could go back in
This one's for the homies
This one's for the girl back home
And when it's time to go, I say this one's for the road, so
This one's for you
This one's
This one's for the homies
This one's for the girl back home
And when it's time to go, I say this one's for the road, so
This one's for you
This one's
quickest way to get you blew, ayy)
Ten toes, bitch I'm standin' on them 'til the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was full of Runtz, we done made
a tab, a whole new dimension
Bringing home money, I'm earning comission
Listen
I cannot stop, doing the opposite
Fly on these niggas, same way that Oppa
proud of it
Cause now you reap the benefits and there's no way to counter this
I aint a doctor I don't know how to treat victims
So I just sit here
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