Lyrics:
a man who's bound by the same curse
Indulging in my fascination with distraction
The movies getting old so just wake me for the action
The power flows,
20K for a piece of paper
Every time I look at that number I'm hyperventilating
And no I'm not ungrateful I'm thankful for the chance to pursue higher
the background,
I zigzag all through the town,
In broad day, like white owls, let bygones become by nows,
That mean by now I'm on the ninth cloud,
Air surfin'
Overripe, fresh-skeezed California females
With 3-inch cherry red press-on Lee nails
Reach into my mind for the rhymes I'm seeking
Like a garbage
you can get loose
Get loose, get loose
[Chorus]
Hey shawty, bust it open for me
Let me see you get loose
If you really want to show me that you
No more falling behind I'm staying true to the grind I been working in sight of myself
Tryna be the best man that I could face
Truly divine my rank
a flippant
I'm demanding my city
I had to stack up my own
I be doing the shit
That y'all reciting your song
See I came up from nothing
Had to stack up my
Town shit, city hot, I can't leave without it
Keep blick , 30 shots, semi-automatic
Free him, for bending blocks, they ain't want no static
This
it back, nigga
On the wayway, hit a hundred on the dash, nigga
Touchdown in every city for the bag, nigga
Trying to run it up like it's my last, nigga
feet, the devil brought the heat, but he could not defeat me
I got God with me
I was born to be more than this war that I'm in, I won't be defined by
Grab me two cups for the road
Make me too fast never slow
So damn fine I'm surprised, you ain't
On a magazine or video, oh
Body painted like Picasso
the world, im hopeless and im frozen
Thought it was a dream, you said i was chosen
If love is eternal, why you only here for moments?
Paraplegic because nobody
It make her nervous
I hit saks fifth oow
I think I like those
I got 5 bitches waitin for the night show
I took 3 shots of that drank
I'm in the mix
of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause I
them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran
and I'm working for Dollars, Madiba's I'm trynna get racks
Kasi to city we move for the bag
I got the S on my chest and a cape on my Back man you know why
Something that I'm searching
I'm searching for
I'm searching
I'm searching
I'm searching for
I'm searching
(ooh-oooh)
Will I
Get a chance with you
I
brand new
I feel like Pepe Le Pew
Just tryna be loved by more than a few
It might be love that i’m searching for
But i won’t find it if i keep the curtain
I don't want no good girl I'm looking for a eater uh
In that ES music bumping through the speaker uh
Pressure by myself but had the homies on some
Ion want no good girl I'm looking for a eater uh
In that ES music bumping through the speaker uh
Pressure by myself but had the homies on some
to beat the nigga
That was independent from the beginnin'
You bet that imma win it when I'm finished
Niggas and bitches be trippin'
Becuase I got
Ase "Jeep Ass Niguh") 2X
White boy, white boy, turn that shit down
You know that America ain't ready for the sound
from dem white boyz.. (white boyz)
And ran outta options
You live like you dying today
From days back in jersey
They did me too dirty
A youngin just looking for play
But now that I'm
show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def
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