Lyrics:
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
in a red can by the kerb
As they emerge from the market square
Seems that passers by stare down
The opposite just stare
And there's a culture in
how you keep it cool in your disguise
Hi (Why)
Just passing by
Weeks been hard
Been a tough night
Can I call you (Why did I let you go)
Is it the right
Verse: 1
You want in well I’ll open up the door
Hot chics tip toeing on the wood floors
You can tell by the quality I’m making a living
Triple coat
a queen that's down to carry my semen
I ain't trippin I'm never slippin
Hit a lic and you sleepin
I be down just for the money
Just to get up and see it
Bankroll don't carry no ones
No matter where i'm at I'm poppin' cause you know I'm Angie's son
I lost my mama, I swear i ain't even been right since
Almost
So you finally got what you wanted
You've achieved your aim by making me walk in line
When you just can't get any higher
You've used your senses
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
the best at self deprecation
Depiction clear as crystal
Bought a bullet for my pistol
You oughta know that I make holes in buckets that
Carry holy water
brother on the road and he never home
I know you feeling kinda sad now that daddy gone
You can't let it get you down, gotta carry on
We only lose things
not to tweak (not to tweak)
And ain't no way in Hell this shit 'posed to make it out the streets (out the streets)
I got eyes everywhere, you ain't
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
remember my rhymes and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up
and move my stuff to follow you
So when this week is through, it's through
It seems to be good weather today
We can smoke outside
I'll be on the bench by
it all to Jesus and He'll carry
I don't really want to you don't even know what I been through
Walk a week up in my shoes
No one can help me I got so
the same God that stands by you
If you need a friend He'll guide you
He'll be a friend to you
failed you
I try to try harder
Hour to hour
One by one
The days bled into weeks
The weeks bled into months
In my thoughts, in my words
In what I have done
just think that you're a dime
Well don't just sit there girl
Well I know that heart that's in your chest
It carries pain and so must stress
But you
just think that you're a dime
Well don't just sit there girl
Well I know that heart that's in your chest
It carries pain and so must stress
But you
I've been working all week, just been trying to make a dollar
If you want to meet up me right Down by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting
what you reap or wake up, shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in
Eh Seyi Shay eh
Pheelz Mr producer
Olamide
Oya pack and go
Carry your Ghana must go oh
I thought you're my hommie
But it's a pity that you don't
Seyi Shay eh
Pheelz Mr producer
Olamide
Oya pack and go
Carry your Ghana must go oh
I thought you're my hommie
But it's a pity that you don't even
Ayy
Big ayk
Every week i get litty
Beke le beke iviki ne viki (Ok)
That shit only for the og's
If you a rookie this shit can get tricky
All of ya'll
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