Lyrics:
just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come with better compositions
I write and recite to make good position
In this rap game here, we engineer
(Feel the vibe)
Ain't nothin' like bein' able to smoke-smoke good-good
(Enjoy the ride)
(Deep inside)
And be way up here in the air
(We so high)
the by
The fee goes up
Or else we go
My dear old friend
Here's how things appear, old friend
He who pays the bill
Times two or three
Be sure he
pray on our knees, and these are the precious
things we bring to the world; dont cry,
dont u go asking "why?" dont u go by and dont u ride
by my side,
a good time?
And singin' along with my rhyme
This goes out to the young and to the old
Let's rock and roll
Here we go
Let's rock and roll
Here we
jury be VVSes
Kated by DTSes
Like Khalid shit we the best and
I tell em hoes I don't wanna talk
Just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they
Can
and Jesus now
Nigga, I'm strapped everywhere I go
Opp tried to walk down in the clothing store
Nigga, you ain't here what happen
Like two months before?
Got
Blow}
We're partying Friday night
And getting all good to go
We're partying Friday night
Cold chillin' in stereo
We're partying Friday night
wish to go to the Festival
More than riches
And the ball
I wish my cow would give us some milk
More than anything
I wish we had a child
I want
wish to go to the Festival
More than riches
And the ball
I wish my cow would give us some milk
More than anything
I wish we had a child
I want
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
and I was supposed to get a job, right?
And he was like, "Yo, you gotta get a fucking job bro."
Things were going so good with the music that we kinda
want me to talk about this shit every year
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Crazy, crazy, shit crazy
Here we go
Yeah, new year, new money, nigga, it's
bite the bullet and cough up the shells
She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place"
And if he say, Yea', then we meet him there
She feed him
1: Send In The Clowns
Isn't it rich, are we a pair
Me here at last on the ground
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss, don't you
But im just fine
Im just fine
Yeah its all good
Ill be aight though
I go through trials
Go through trials
But im just fine
Its all good
Yeah its all
REAL SLOW LIKE AN INCH WORM,
THIS MIGHT BE A LIL TOO FAST FOR THE INTRO
I COME ALONG WAY FROM THE CITGO,
BUT ITS ALL GOOD CUZ WE LEARNED HOW TO GET, GO
place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear? Guess
city so much
I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get
we still here living lavish
Shout to the gang we gone hold it down
Nothing but good energy every time that we come around
Woke up this morning, looked
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
It was interesting comment, but something I took to heart
Cause If I go and chase my dream, knew it's nothing if we're apart
Though I loved when we
need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best
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