Lyrics:
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
freedom ain't free, we got to do it together
That means (what?), by whatever means necessary
I'm doing God's work, so that means I'm too blessed to worry
do in 06 what took 'em half of they life, man I'm talking to you
[Chorus]
[T.I.]
I ain't talking to Jeezy cause that's my brother
Ain't talking
I'm sippin' that purple rain
Don't blow my high
[Incomprehensible] me, you don't know my life
Nigga, don't blow my high, don't blow my high
When I'm
Motherfuck Teniell, but see I'm the Captain of this ship
And I'm true to the game
Ya all look the same
Standin' by my backstage door, hopin' that
it, you hear me outside
My boy D a trapper, no cap that heat stay right by his side
Invested in myself, this not a hobby, don't go waste my time
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
helped me figure out another plan
It got bad, so bad
Nah, I ain't fucking love that, man
Then I hopped out in a new zone with my Louis bag
True story,
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
cheap raise(?)
Look at your girlfriend with her hair weave fallin out
On my phone, runnin up my bill
Talkin to broke-ass drug dealer friends
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
with me
Let your hair down to the track, yeah, kick on back
(Boo) the boogie monster of rap, yeah, the man's back
With a plan to ambush this Bush
shit
Like shaving my beard
Now I'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!
the product then wash my hands like it's a restroom (powder)
DDB whilin' like DC stylin', that's my best goon (uh)
The laws of power teach you don't let 'em
brotherhood. So one Sunday afternoon you know I do I go down
to my local
go-kart track man, and I get in that there little go-kart and I think
I'm gonna take
that rolls by
That I don't get high, sit back and wan' cry
I used to roll hard with tons of bitches
Now, it's just me and my niggas, what?
It ain't
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
break
Just to keep living
I know my life is not a crime
I'm just a victim of my time
I stand defenceless
Nobody has the right to be
The judge of what is
'Cause I'm out in the club
And I'm sipping that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Can call all you want but there's no one home
And you're not
shouldn't have resultantly
Been a management consultant
See, thats the hand that was dealt to me
And I'm not gonna complain about my lack of sufferance
But
of your actions
'Cause you don't want to meet that desert e'
With that hair pin trigger so easy to squeeze
And no matter how you cut me I'm always chesse
on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that
Guinness
I really don't give a fuck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause
Jeff Beck you've been tryin' to outdo him . . . Awright, look, I'm gonna say one thing to you . . . this may not register right away, but let me say this
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