Lyrics:
like "Who that spittin'?" I'm like "It's me"
He's like, "Oh, okay."
Uh, he started talkin' to me on the phone, going back and forth
Just askin' me
Mr. Arthur's place is set about a mile just off the interstate highway
And it's kinda hard to get to so you really gotta know where to go
And it's
took it away
We never had cable, so all that I could watch was Arthur
And the theme song always told me: it's a wonderful day, shit
You ever get like
I've been on the fritz and lately been off the shits
I almost called it quits til I put in my all my chips
No Arthur but I used to ball my fists
Now
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
It’s Johney
It’s Law
Yeah we back on attack mode
Johney brought the white I brought the black hos
100s and 50s
Don’t do nothin’ but count this
Here's Negan! The mad batter's steppin' up to swing
Mastering this ringmaster, I'll burn 'em (Barnum) well. Ding-ding
When loons kneel to a bat, it's
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
keep sippin'
Dirty AK with the beam on it (Dirty!)
Clip so long I could lean on it (Long?)
Free my niggas locked behind bars (Free 'em)
Moved a hundred
it
Pay attention to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch
me through hard trials
He brought me through tribulations
Never let a day go by and not realize
Had not been for the Lord who was on my side
Back
it fly on the payroll
I'ma do a drive-by with a Draco
Got some pretty brown eyes like Dej Loaf
Gotta go with that iron, she in Clayco
Take it back
back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody
I'm about to smash
It's about to get real messy yeah
I'm about to back stab fuck that
No new friends in here
I'm about to tax these niggas
And wack
i summoned
Brought my whole fam with me
Aunties sister brothers cousins
Couple uncles like steve martin
Get it cheaper by dozen
Yea
Actually
You
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
'm tactically dissin'
You back like its business
I'm just the beginning
No fans like the ceiling
No cards, I ain't dealing
If they feel what I'm feeling
Teach
where I didn't belong
Back to the city and places I've known
Where I'm by myself, but I'm never alone
Brought up in New York, brought down in LA
It's
return
To hustling after turning his back on it
And his music career seemed to
Be over this was one of those turning points
That reveals the power
Of one’s
funny
But when it all appears then they wanna be buddies
Swear you can only get rich by being lucky
I just wanna send my parents somewhere hot and sunny
We got big plans
Turn up for the weekend drinking Henny by the glass
Rolling with a sweet one say the word and then we dash
Brother brought the loud
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