Lyrics:
dough put that shit up on my soul
Hop in that four door coupe fuck it I need two door
I'm on a whole different planet all by myself I feel like Pluto
They
tramp by the exit ramp waits for one more car
The Latin teacher always smells like piss
The census figures come out wrong
There's an extra in our midst
nigga
Name ringin' in my city
Ain't givin' no love
Can't give my heart up to an eater
Fell out with my thug
He let a bitch get in between us
Gotta saddle
and then a plea
By the sea
I remember what it took to get me here..
Verse
Late flight out of sight
I'm heading to a prism of light
I'm not afraid
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
out, then bye-bye-bye
We're gonna pop it and lock it
Or maybe pop it and drop it
We're gonna cat daddy, harlem shake, twerk and criss cross it
We're
belly
Started in cat b now I'm cat c
and I pattern with officer Kelly
Can't put me on basic and take my tele
Ive been out with my niggas on road
But
smacked it
I told her just let me wet the head like a baptist
Next thing you know, woosh, Atlantis
I'm active, I'm active
I'm active
Went out and I
when time stopped.
Garcia does something that makes me forget about those car speakers forever. Garcia, a genius, grabs me by the arm and he walks me out
to drop bombs on the first person who had a nice suit and a watch on
I spot John, white collar worker and clean cut
Walked up to him, he's like, "What?",
Panoramic roof I'm burning
Let the smoke out like a chimney
Like erybody numb
I know I am
It's hard to start the grieving
I been cut so deep by niggas that I
stay fresh
Set fire to your tape decks
(Nems!) Let the burner flame on your set
You run off on the plug, we just hang the connect
Put this in your
wanna go and make you mine (Make you mine)
I don't wanna ever wanna leave you out
Let's find out
What to talk about
Your eyes, they shimmer in the sun
Bullets fly by from the drive-by
So Imam Mohammed might pound on the podium
Popmaster Fabel work it out on the linoleum
Chappelle bust funnies, Mos Def
get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Bimmer til' I'm tired of balling like Tila
tryna say
I'm still tryna figure it out, still tryna find me a way, cause I
Don't know where I'm headed, just let me go
And if I'm lost, don't let me know
I didn't even know that it was gonna be coming, so go check
Not Me; drop me, stop me, rock me, knock me, Et cetra
Don't copy that, copy cat; I don't
busy right here
cm motivated
Gotta take it slow and easy
Though am out of patience
The csberry Gang's heart and mine intertwined
Let me free my golden
Ayo, I'm playing knick-knack patty knock a beat the fuck out
Rejecting cats faster than gay kids bounced from the cub scouts
Tossed from the front
Yeah, Don't Leave
The Dangers of Apostasy
Let's get right into it
Lord please help me to speak on this topic properly
And honestly I know that God's
Fucked up in the mental, Let me tell you what I'm in to
Disassembled body parts, I'm sorry I'm so demented
I make the worst of decisions
I might
John Ceno
John Cena for all we know I'm tryna, Listen
I'm tryna make it clear we handmade by God not tito
Come taste and see it's way better
The best
steppers (yeah) we the step gang
She can tell I ain't come to play with her just by my spit game
Wanna know why we so dangerous, we let them sticks bang
You
and came back
Would god still let a nigga sit here and slang crack
Would everybody treat me like I was the same cat
There's gotta be somebody that can come
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