Lyrics:
That boy' some prick you know?
All up in my hair
Thinks that I care
Keeps following me here
Keeps following me there
These days I can't go no where
Need my paper straight, no typos
Right flows, but really I don't write
I'm in the studio all night
Make sure the shit you call a dream
Is what I really
you think ima kid?
Sticks and these stones
They be breaking my bones
All of these words i just spew from my dome
Talking that bull man just leave me
of bands countin by the grands, ima happy man let me do my money dance
Im on that power stance life hit'em with a pose do it for the bros I ain't fuckin with
men what they want
But you know that’s like a rare case
And you know I’m staring
Pulling my hair, ok, yo
I got nothing better to do, this is my hobby
yeah
I’ll live by
I’m gonna make mama proud if I keep letting outa my cage
All of my bitches in different cities I’m really up
I’m gonna stay down right
and crafts?
Wa-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, that's right
I'm growing out my hair, I'm moving out to Cherokee
I'm going to be a rock star
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
comes out by itself I'm less stressed now
Speeding through the toll gates my car looking a wreck now
Sometimes reality just forces you to calm down
Calm
the ass is, but who's looking
And I mean that's my man, maybe I just took a peek
Maybe I wondered what it would be like, syke, cause james and me like
I
reached out
But instead I grabbed the man's jacket
I opened my eyes to see him chuckle nervously
Before turning me around so that I was facing the right way
as BdoubleODOGSTIX
The man of many names, many hats, and many bags
He's gonna leave you with something tonight
Whether that be a beat, a hard-ass flow,
Or this bitter
be alright (alright)
My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but
not gonna reach my telephone
Cause I'm out in the club
And I'm sipping that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
I've had a little bit too
my death bed gotta be snoozing on myself
When I lost nigga I was losing by myself
So damn right I'm in my new whip and I'm cruising by myself
Y'all
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I'm inside right by bar it's my round
Chip n pin
J Wray & Nephew shots not on the rocks
That's a sin
Bill get
chair
I'm proud enough to stop pullin' my hair
I'm proud enough to get another mushroom outta my backpack
Yo sitting right there, gonna sit back close
chair
I'm proud enough to stop pullin' my hair
I'm proud enough to get another mushroom outta my backpack
Yo sitting right there, gonna sit back close
black unemployment
Don't mention no other demographic &
That shit hurt
If I needed help
Them I'm the scum of the earth
Let a white man
Do the same thing
you need to fight for your own)
That's right, I'm in it
(Then don't let me at your table) i'm in it
(If you just gonna lay there) damn right
(Fist jumps
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
it, after that swallow it
Stand by baby where you at huh?
Raise ya hand high
You dont suck, what? that's a damn lie
Got red rye my man ride my fam
Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead
I'm... well prepared for your bastard
Bodies under my bed
These voices in my head
It's life or death between you and I which ones gonna wind up dead
I'm... well prepared for your bastard
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