Lyrics:
weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp
You get found under the ? In the trunk by the bazooka
I'm on the side of the road just like a state
Oh, oh
I'm coming home
The night is young
Oh, shine your light
For me when I'm out in the streets
Ends justify means when you making a meet
to be number one
I guess it's gon be what it's gon be
But here's one thing y'all got to hear
I'm a tell you like George Bush told me
Fuck ya'll niggas
that's all
Just a feeling that you're watching me
Aah, every move I'm making
Am I reading your mind
'cause it's almost like your touching me
Aah,
Dear Tyre
I'm so saddened by news of your death.
It's not fair that you were taken away from your family in such a brutal and senseless way.
You
the stars, George Lucas
I'm still thatkidRYN
I'm on the TV, with your best friend
She finna come through, like RN
And I'm still on my northeast shit
Cherry
have your tete!
I remember Mike, the makeup guy.
c good for nothing schlup!
He had a brilliant resume.
c C.V. he made up.
He
suitcase, let me . . . open it.
I'm just a bit nervous you understand.
Open the suitcase.
This hasn't happened . . . too often.
Uh-huh, I see, how many . . .
And she gonna catch the fade
I don't really give a fuck
Im just tryna get paid
I'll smoke your grandad too
If he even looks my way
I'll kick your little
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
take me on and tell me cause I’m the thing they want, What
IMAGINE ALL YOUR PEOPLE
FREE TO LIVE THEIR DREAMS
IMAGINE ALL YOUR PEOPLE
YOU JUST GOT
you, even if just a little bit
Now repeat after me
One (one), day (day)
Feel so manic, I'm schizophrenic
I don't see no end to this like George Shearing
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
holding grudges
Hold your judgment, says more about you if you think less of me
Lost some friends that didn’t die in reality, they just dead to me
Don’t say
do the big things
Had the valet parking, Chanel hoodie on
Looking like Trey Von Martin, George Zimmerman, I'm wanted
She on my wanted poster, Ciroc
hands up, I won't shoot like police
Sheesh, I'll beat your ass down and then cheese
Put ya to rest and bless your soul just like a sneeze
Jeez, I'm got
Just like a ball of fire
Now listen to me baby just let your finger do the walking'
Let Chef do the talking' and the loving'
You see I'm a backdoor
your library books from last year
Past due
Percy was persistent I listened now I'm way past truth
Take it out to college Mr. George got the focus group
past it
I can do that on my own
My status yea I'm damaged
But ain't no need to panic
I'm good right where I'm standing
Just get your things and pack it
Be good
By now
I'm
Just saying
Now you
See me
Now you
Don't
Tag you're it
cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead
thinking I need you, I'm caught by surprise
You looking at me, I look you in your eyes
You thinking you staying, you stay for the night
I'm whippin
stairwell
Then proceed calmly and quickly
Towards the nearest exit
Leave your bags and coats
Behind kindlythank you
You can't tell me I'm not good at math
When I'm rappin' to the rhythm of a groovy beat
And I attempt to raise your body heat
Just blow your mind, so you can't speak
And do a thing but
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