Lyrics:
of my sight
MARK
Wait, wait wait - you said she was sweet
ROGER
Let's go eat I'll just get fat
It's the one vice left - When you're dead meat
There -
Reading the terms and conditions I know what you need
Come on hope in and driving through Vegas, let me roll my weed
Loyalty is too precious to me
was counting up
Spare my feelings
Don't be misinformed
Don't be misinformed
I'm the villain
This Aventador
My Aventador
Came with conditions
What you
the answer i got didn't match
My auntie called me and she told me that we had to fast
And later on in the month i was flying to Dallas
I understood that my
aunty meanwhile got a job, she now worked with the Canadian embassy in India.
Just after Shaine’s sixth birthday she was taken to the Philippines by her
That's what happen when I'm on a bench
The condition I'm in is mint
The condition I'm in is mint
The condition I'm in
The condition I'm in (I'm in
not even a smidgen
But folks take what I say on faith like they believe in religion
But my life was not picturesque it was a frigging wreck
Instead
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
acquaintances
Just new acquisitions
How do I stay in peak condition coming from these conditions
Truth be told, don't know if the universe listens
Make my own
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
you see okay, cause a cervical condition
(GraveDigger)
Pop him in his guts, with his own fuckin gun like I took his shit and stabbed him then I ran
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why
him the claps
Then he had to go see Dr. Bombay
Got a shot in the ass, and he was on his way
To make some money, why not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope
though it was storming
I had weathered conditions with patience
Got my lil mamma doing my head in
I've been working on screwing my head on
I'm overwhelmed
A roach full of herbs
What's this in that cigar?
Medical marijuana officer, I got a weed card
What condition you smoke weed for?
Trevon Jones
Place your
the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
In my father's kingdom there are many mansions
All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection
I can see
of us, these crackers keep changing the narrative
Another mass shooting by a white boy that was raided in America
That ain't Al-Qaeda my n*gga
That ain't
lunch
We don't even have a food
If I have to eat Knut
I would probably have him stewed
Calm down I didn't say it
I just thought it
In my defense I was
a nigga in his the head & I don't leave a witness ( I don't leave a witness)
Homicide coming after me its a cold condition (skrrr)
Got the world up on my
can see your breath hanging in the air
you see homeless people but you just don't care
its a sea of smiles in which we'd be glad to drown
*Kenny sings*
the dude I just dropped in
Just see what condition my condition was in
Funky funk, get low
Get that funk, with the funky funk
Funky Funk, say what
What
and momma just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school seems its all they can see
They don't notice none of my family did that since me
I broke that
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