Lyrics:
'mma tell you this but keep it on the low, low
If his numbers too low he might be the popo
Things are gettin' higher, makes it hard on the buyers
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat
High
gown stay ground
We gown fight til' the cops come
My dawg he cant get it back, had to sell his strap, temper make him go pop some
Ay
I'm sick of the shit
a little shit up, we taxin' (taxin')
I can't count that shit backwards
If they don't free him now then he maxin' (free the bro)
Now I'm sittin' back
off a one-and-done
And the human race, if it's not a race
It's a quest, a journey, but I'm fuckin' facin'
All the problems that I keep on runnin'
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
lookin' like a fuck that
Let me slow it down
I came in this shit, thinkin' it's all fair
'Till I was told crystal clear
Keep the pistol near
Listen here
not least it's Little Peep
Now who he is isn't that deep
It's little aiden from down the street
Can't keep his hair the same colour
Come at me I'll
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
(You could get like first class)
(You know what I'm saying but you gotta show me that shit)
(Can't just be talking bout it, if you gone talk show me
the city's far from home
Put it behind, turn round your mind and you will find, you'll smile Pretty Brown
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left
How long has it been? he said about six days
And man, I did a lotta
fucked as well...I wouldna minded if I'd 'a gotten wha' it was 'appenin' straight. Like, on the end "aw right, 'Arris got 'is bass fucked, right I'll carry
control of my mind
I keep falling faster
At the sight of her alabaster
They say, "don't judge a book by its cover"
But I kept doin' that to my former lover
Played with Ouija boards, burned frankincense with a ghost
I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil
And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face
Ah but old brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,
And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be
But by jingo next election I
yo cash
Five g's for a muthafuckin song
And if you can't pay it, keep movin on
I'm into somethin that your fake ass never can handle
With your
love for 'em
If it ain't no drank in my cupholder, I'ma get some road rage
Wu-tang, I'm the method man, my killer Ghostface (uh-huh)
Tryna say my
short, so let me keep it sincere
When I'm on that frisbee field, you know my impact's severe (bitch)
I'll be takin' the shots and breaking 'em lots you
a bitch out the crib if she frontin
With this emo hoe and she buggin
I got money i know that its comin
5 bands and your homie get hurt
5 bands and that
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
you'd get off my tip now that's my request
See he who laughs last always laughs best
Okay I'll be reasonable you wanna buy it
Okay I'll sell it psyche
though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what I'm sayin'? Fine
But don't close it, always keep
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