Lyrics:
appetite on these mediocre bars
Mediocre stars is all they shooting for
It's a wonder why we rarely get far
She got Bette Davis eyes, Phyllis Diller
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
the riches measured by more than the digits in it
Bigger pictures missing where frames moving a couple inches
Like old cellular phones I've got em' counting
the place where I like to reside
Out in the field by this old park bench
It's been here for years and years
And still it makes me want to cheer
Oh dear I
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
on the ground
30 years I'll be there till the end People ask me why I say I'd do it all again
Like a good old friend The one you can depend Catch you when
I miss the old days too
Meet me by the river baby I got something to show you These catfish, they've got magic powers
Manhattan still had her towers
You See The Top Four Crews In
The Game I'm In Them
If You Don't Like Me, Do Something Then
Too Many Screwfaces, I Ain't In Them
I Want Paper
Dibby Dibby
to know one"
She smiles
And puts her hands
In her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo
He's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
You see the top four crews in
The game? I'm in them
If you don't like me, do something then
Too many screwfaces, I ain't in them
I want paper, dibby
friend was killed by a drunk driver
The guy got out of his car
And shot my friend in the face
'Cause I'm beginning to feel
Like a black god, black guy
told my mama
I'm gonna be a star
We got friends
So we already are
I met an old man with new dreams
How you get to that age
And still have aspirations?
your nose
Fuck friends cause they turn into foes
It's the same old shit that's just how life goes
I stay fresh keep pimping these hoes
All I do is buy
So, Miss Nicki Minaj
What do you say to people that say
You're trying to be something that you're
Not like Lady Gaga or Madonna and
You're doing things
that's what best friends do
They aren't there for you to walk on
I don't know what to do
Because you never want to talk
But I guess you're just an old
lip in her joyous work
And friends this is the realest place I know
It makes me squirm like a worm I am so grateful
You could ride your bike there
to show me
Talk is cheap
Do what you speak
Damn I miss the old me
All I ever wanted was a friend
Bitch I'm lonely
Old friends hella fake
Act like they
been
I been feelin like the same old kid
Same old kid
Same old kid
That was
That was crying bout the same old shit
Same old shit
Same old shit
I been
I
on like ShyGuy
Yeah, my shades like Mr. Davis, Gucci
Fuck with that bitch 'cause she bad and she boujee
My whip exotic like Japanese sushi
Unlike my
bad bitches bring a friend, that's a foursome
Say you want smoke, lol nigga then blow something
GreenLight Davis on go, let me know something
Testing my
always wanted to do like
A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
And I was like, man I'm tryna tell
top hat
Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do not rap
I'm sick and tired of niggas lyin
They fifth
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