Lyrics:
the chronic by the door
It's me
My brother
All my woe's
Always grinding for them racks
Keep it real
It's only facts
Loyalty
It's on my back
I'l never fold up
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a nigga by his toes
If he hollas let him go
Tryna sell out my all my shows
They be knocking at the door
numbers cause they going down
Nah wait, hold up I ain't done with it
Brand new flows no dust in it
Five foot seven might dunk with it, like what physics
cousin get smoked
F&N bullets fly, get on the floor (brrt)
Shop by myself and I never got robbed
If she a baddie, I'm goin' in raw
Fuckin' these
on his knee,
I wonder if it's as bad as it might seem.
Zapped by the Zombie,
Zapped, zapped by the Zombie,
Zapped by the Zombie in the two-door
bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the door
Ready for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is uterus
Who
probably shouldn'ta worn up in this bright lime
What everybody judging me for? I'll wear what I like!
Maybe you shoulda pulled your sandals off and pants up
a couple minutes to chill and maybe pour me some coffee
Is that to much to ask for in the pass' door of the Rav 4 Passport
That's more like it
See me exit
There's daddy on his John Deere, brand new in '96
Beside me and Bandit playing fetch when I was a kid
A save-the-date, best day of my best buddy's
wine
In a brand new bottle
It's the same old wine
In a brand new bottle
Teach our children virture
Then send'em off to war
Then we ask ourselves
rewrote the rewrite
I sort of enjoyed it
I threw out the story
I'm meeting an agent
We'll all get together on Sunday
We're opening doors
Ahhhhh oh
Ahhhhh oh
In the bat mobile Im gone
In the bat mobile Im gone
In the bat mobile
Im gone
Smoking on gas this shit to strong
I got a brand
and I'm watching all the floats go by
I was growing out my hair and I was learning guitar
I was living with my doors unlocked
In the evening you were
State
Now We Officially On The Roster
Memphis Legends Won The Oscar
No More Waitin In Line Nowhere And Personally I didn't Win The Oscar
But I Still Get
Yo sex boi drop your fucking beat box oh
Bring that next level shit
Feel the beat
Feel the beat
Wad E in the muddy fucking house check it out
the door in thirst for a beach's shore
Im a king my voice soars and roars
Social distancing way before the virus of sars
Im praised because im forever
Willing to die, I swallow my pride, even punched in the eye
Extreme edges between you and I
One foot in the door, one foot outside
I tasted this
black like Batman in Gotham this Chico got the sauce like I’m sponsored by Goya, but I will kick your ass Oscar De La Hoya.
Don’t come around here acting
Verse 2
I remember Amadou (Diallo) and I remember Oscar Grant,
Must look suspicious in dark skin,
And I remember getting my neck, pressed against a chain
replaced by
Legal troubles and worrying will only waste time
I trust my lawyer know the court as good as Boeheim
Frame of mind Steph Curry yeah lately I'm in
a oscar
Come through we sum nightstalkers
Kickin shit ain't talkin soccer
Speedin in the wraith hope i'm not crashin
Walk-in the club drippin in fashion
308
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
Fresher than a Mentos, red carpet event clothes
My fellas in Margiela, I'm in Oscar de la Renta
Dressin' like we rich folks, flexin' for these rich hoes
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