Lyrics:
I fell asleep on the couch, I was watching TV
Then I woke up in my bed, like "how the hell I get here?"
I got my first day of school pretty soon,
This is who I do it all for my kids
Ill go to hell and back for them my kids
Always gonna be a father to them my kids
My kids my kids my kids
Let me
going back
Writing verses with this chalk
Now the KiD's in his bag
KiD's got the chalk
I think these niggas mad
Walking what I'm talking
Got these
Mask to my fucking face I'm finding to increase my high
Fucking fucking ink conserving that's the shit that's the shit
Eyeballs is like red as hell
number scratched
When I serve em like osaka, aint no coming back
You gotta get it how you live
If not for yourself you gotta get it for the kids
Everything
They said they want to hear my voice when it's got pain in it
So I won't mention her name
But for now Let me start by explaining it
Let me start
him back double drivin' him insane
This pussy got you hooked, pussy got you hooked (hell nah)
This pussy got you hooked, pussy got you hooked (hell
for the wife
Who is that?! Betta be sleepwalkin!
[Kids] be not here?
[HMSS] Betta be sleeptalkin!
Who the hell is that in the refidgerator?
[Kids
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
to the bank
Take that shit to the bank, like I'm out at Wells Fargo
Chilling out in Fargo, feeling well, hell as far as I know
I could probably go by tomorrow,
listen to it like it’s a scripture
Been going hard from the jump you should know that I’m different
Since I was a kid I felt some pain
This ink comes out
wanna go back to the old days
Ain't everybody wanna go back to the old days?
Now I'm a kid who's lost
Now I'm a kid who's lost
Now I'm a kid who's lost
a… specialty, in a particular type of craft
Ones that were capable of launching a number of projectiles
Including pencils, pen ink cartridges, rubber
an orca
I still remember that shit in Georgia
The dandelions that were by the house, I guess I'm back talking on that flora
How you even know that, man
the back into pieces
Today’s biggies birthday I can feel him in my speeches
Possessing every word helping burn up the meters
Hope you’re ready to die
Cuz
Back when I was kid, I used to always look ahead
Dreamed of mastering everything my mind would make appear
I remember vividly visiting my grand
sit by myself
All by myself
You might think I'm alone in hell
But I'm just laughing on the inside screaming loudly to myself
Its themes of magic I find
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
time
Get back at the ones who took me by surprise
Man, I
Pulled the knives out my back and then I made a mirror
Looked inside and asked how, what, where,
had to listen to beats by Sammy by holding my ear to an early call
I had to listen outside in the back
My ink it was smelling like crack
Now we got
Yeah, I pump it up and I don't quit for jack
I'm back to rap on wax so guess who's back
The chart hitter, not a quitter or a bullshitter
These cats
it’s ok
Dissecting the flow like A scientist
I’m skilled with the ink like “Who writing this”
I’m walking in purpose no fighting
And bringing them hell
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