Lyrics:
With a rebel yell more, more, more
He lives in his own Heaven
Collects it to go from the 7-11
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just
and I'm like "Fuck off and die!"
And stick up my two fingers and one more to make three
He says "Don't talk to me like that", and I don't understand
My
to fly (get him to fly)
G-eazy want a bite and I could see in his eyes (yeah)
But slow down, don't rush, baby, give it some time (take your time)
Say he
and Jo was fifty
And you telling me he didn't mess with that kitty
He was trying to make her his hen
If not why he marry her then
The bottom line is was
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
To the rhythm
said, "He won't he's just a chump"
?Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna
Dimethyltryptamine
Got a nigga moon walking like Billie Jean
Never considering - sippin' lean
Turn On - Tune In - Drop Out
All day - hand in my pants, ass on couch
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You
on a different wave
It's why I ain't written in this will when I say I'm on his estate
It comes arms well I've got an entourage like Vinny Chase
This ain't
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
and giggled and wanted some more
So he waited the next day to do it once more
Grabbed his shoes off the floor and headed for the door
He love his mother, his
on all these reflections, as if he was in the office all the time. Is the rest of his life slipping between his fingers?
ct one point he notices a wooden
to pick apart what does it mean
Goes something like this
He organizationally rubs the butter precisely on that toast
Passes by the index and scans
Puts in
Wrapped his hands around her throat and made his fingers lock
Even this brutal suffocation wasn’t doin the job
So resilient a bright light in which he
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
[ Napoleon ]
I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
He lost his moms
things got serious
Their leader came out and he was curious
He got in my face and his breath was the worst
I said, ";Hey baby, you got some mints in
when food was scarce, he said his wife.
What will become of us?
We have so little to eat. I am afraid the children will starve.
Now the stepmother was
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
Hand in hand
Gland in gland
With a spoonful of miracle
He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary
We will rock you, rock you little snake
We will keep
With a rebel yell more, more, more
He lives in his own Heaven
Collects it to go from the 7-11
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just
number only because of E that
Was my little man i used to
Give E pies he used to
Flip them shit's like he had
Spatulas, right in the Bridge
But that’s
said, "He won't he's just a chump"
?Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna
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