Lyrics:
to hit reset knee deep in debt
Trying to figure how to feed a mouth that ain't got teeth yet
How the hell am I gonna show a child to be a man
When I'm
the White Sox
Uncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with him
Thought he could put us in the right spots
Let me connect the dots on the Chi block
Had two
Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by
he ain't fit (Hahaha)
And I am a beast (Grrr grrr)
And I'm gonna feast (Brrrra)
And I am hungry as shit to say the least (Woo)
Cuz if one more pussy
And boosting the foreign relations
Rodman ain't ask those patrons
When we gonna need the donations
When we gon need reparations
But earthquakes and we give our
of logic is
That? It don't make sense
Whatever happened to judging a man
By his own actions
Instead of assumin' that he's like
The others he's matching?
It's
half
Katana to the throat
Or hang by this rope
No medium
Suicidal ideation gonna live for millennium
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around
ready for this and get dressed
'Cause when you miss the boat you gonna be stressed
Yeah, three two one
Countdown and the party has begun
Let's do it
to commit suicide
Yo, you can’t loot with drive
You can’t do what I do is right so they say
The money from the maybe, baby don’t want
You if you ain’t got no
curry from this beam
He mix the purple wit the yak he say it's blurry when he dream
And I know the city gonna dickeat me Ik Thts what they do
Erbody
bleeding first
Meet them where they speakin'
Do not leave with you, a heathen first
Be the person that they need so they can see that Jesus works
He can
tucking everyone no I ain't lacking
Mans his thot told us he sweet
And she like it meat to meat all my niggas was in the field
But we neva had no cleats
of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen
of course
Some go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower, blower
Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he needs a G when you listen
of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain't lost it
And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it
I ain't playing, boy I'm
said, I ain't the type to ever tell you a lie
If I'm being real, I do what I can to keep you from hurting
But my biggest fear deep is that I ain't a good
do now?
[Yella]
Hey, man I got some drums in the back
[Dre]
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout
[M.C. Ren]
Yo does it look like we can play some
up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
And ain't no love I do em all like that
Four right up in they back
Clak Clak
Close your eyes baby, it's over
may be seated
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Mastermind
Nigga got
tip by
Keeping it real and we gonna stay fly
Ain't got a license but I whip by
Yeah she wanna eat but I gotta get mine
Bringing my G and he bring a tech
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
right here and I ain't going nowhere
I'm here I'm here
Where the fuck are you at?
Yea I'm here I'm here
Where the fuck are you at?
Yea I'm here I'm here
don't shake them first five minutes
I'm gonna decamp and host a race (Usian)
I've got my diamonds on in a club
But still, I ain't tastin' Ace of Spades
side
Yeah I be living right
Spent a bag on some ice
Copped me an LA flight
Never switch on the homies keep 'em tight
What would you do with a million
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