Lyrics:
'm still wit my hood, Hollow Point still in the glock
But I've been shitted on by these high class hoes
Even these chickens did me wrong, I was just
I live my life full of second chances,
Find it hard to get it right, the first time around,
Can you hear me saying baby,
Don't give up on me,
You give
a verse?
What's my budget for a burner?
Really tryna let it burst
Mix the Henny with the Henny
Really tryna get home burst
I told my jail niggas, "head high"
all the frightening little skills
That science has made available!
And so it was, one fateful morning,
Greggery peccary made his way through the steno
got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
myself
I dun flipped the whole damn pack
I did it all by myself
I've been stuck with the blues
I don't want want nobody else
Shawty a beggar
[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Taking so much drugs, I lost my focus
No way out depression, need a Moses
Swimming in daydreams, surrounded by crocus
Swimming
on my sleeve
It's harder to breathe
Without you, but with you I bleed
Followed by screens, followed by demons
I've tried to run but it's not about speed
There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son
who was anybody they doubted it.
And they are doubting still,
And I guess they always will,
But who cares what they say whem I am on my way
Say,
ancestors and our children
I'm writing this prayer on my
Way back from taking
My mini me to his first football game
Saint got to play catch with
Tom Brady
as Jones
You turn me on as much as I turn on my radio
Let's take our time, walk the line kinda like Johnny and June did
Yeah, let's do this
Baby, I love
you know? What did you care?
Turning a blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether
don't stop
It's time to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's face
I know how the underground tastes
I want a crib from
yeah! Doin' his thing right now
Shout out to Karen Quark, oh man, Karen Quark, yeah, we did it baby!
David Enriquez, shout to T.I., whole Grand Hustle,
on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
Chris]
Now by the 3rd verse it's way hotter
We wide open she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling I noticed
That can't nobody do it
Slugs flyin' past my dome
Remember goin' broke Was tryna keep up with the Jones
I'm with some Project Mochas I had it on me
While I push my daughter in
my eyes aint cold
Lifeless body
Aint go no soul
I'll never grow old
That's the way it goes
Where the bright lights they talk about
Instead I just get
did it for a check
I did it as a favor, I did it for the flavor
Always went all out and never did I waiver
Look at my behavior, this is how you do it
I
even send out bills
His only ambition was to find
It seems, sure cures for aches and ills
Why nearly half the folks in my home town
Yes, I'm one
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