Lyrics:
Landlord, you're a pagan
Try take me for a Jokeman mistaken
Doin' up finesse but we know It's blatant
I smell the bullshit from a mile, fragrant
gotta make it last
We gotta make it last
As I embark on life's journey from the point where I'm at
Piece to everyone I know and who I go way back with
Doin yoga on the roof of a Whole Foods
Killin indie musicians, that's my sole mood
She in a soul mood; I flip on some Otis Redding
Come check out my
'm crackin' a seal cause I don't give a fuck
Ha, what
I'm drinkin' this liquor, it still ain't enough
Ha, what
I'm chillin' with Dylan, we makin' a killin'
We
the description
It can't be, so I slides out on em
In ninety-five you gotta catch a nigga, if you want him
One to three, and five to ten
Bullies in blue suits Son
Just past Friar's Point, over where the crossroads lay
Just past Friar's Point, over where the crossroads lay
I was walking by the cotton fields,
to my heart
Girl I knew from the start, dancin' round that bar
It ain't hard to believe how you got me
Took a shot in the dark
You sent me straight
that door like Biggie
Got the semi tucked, and by semi I mean a gram of Stiiizy
Is he on that shit?
Yes bitch, I'm workin' it like Missy (work it!)
I
necessities before I blew up
Its for the family, not the fame
Put some strength behind my name
No need for cars, hoes, clothes or riches
All that stuffs for
game an’ nobody knows my name
My life’s been breezin’ by without a reason why
It ain’t much like I thought it oughta be
In checkin’ out my face I can’t
this side
Said y'aint hatin', man that's a big lie
Chasin them big rings, baking that big pie
Bust down AP, lookin like big time
I been doin big things,
gonna be the one they want
… wise ones have risen up
Doin it, yeah im moving this
I aint new to this
You a nuisance
Imma do this
Until im done here
'Cause y'all don't know how to act.
And I don't give a fuck, can I live?
'Cause we be doin' too much shit,
Just a couple of kids from east side
Bitch I'm poppin off, and you ain't comin wit me
I keep the pole right by my side because these niggas peekin
If you sleepin on me now then bitch you
rough my shine
Is it the pressure
That you put on me
Or maybe its the pleasures
Why i dont succeed
Or maybe it is my dumbass
Going light on me
Well, it's that pimp talk that ain't that pimp walk
It's big pimpin' over here, player, that just started
See, we fresh with Air Ones, Lexus and big
shakin the ass and Im fuckin her fast and Im takin her back and It fucked up my past yeah guardian angel Slime aint dead gunshots loud loud enough when I
Pop shit like ballon's, diamonds they light up the room,
Clip it look like a broom, smoking Za go to the moon,
I'm fresh to death need a tomb, all
show up; now I've been banished
What a poor girl, showed up with slashes
Been doin' that too, poison ivy rashes
Hit by a car, we're in dangerous-
now
Doin what I can to get through it
Count to 2 then the music through each time is new
Each time I look for Sunshine
But I'm SINGING in the RAIN again
"But maybe my troubles ain't what bleed
And maybe my troubles ain't what need carried
Maybe it's me"
I came to at midnight woken by the crack
Of thunder
one nigga that ain't answerin' if it
Ain't bout them pros
He got a pocket full of blue niggas, but they Don't work at Lowe's
Right now I'm really
Let me say this
Ain't new to shit
I've been doin this since I was a jit
Melodizing now I'm mixing my rhymes in
Dim the haters they don't want see you
community we watch fights and it really don't bother me
Sadamized by poverty
Cause nobody think bout our babies
Cause nobody thinkin bout our babies
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