Lyrics:
under DJ’s
Who ain’t even really Hollywood
Prayers to the lord
Just to keep us all Megan good
The truth is
I got more love for you than I probably
A FUCKING LADY, BUT I BLOW A LOT OF TREE
MIGHT READ A BOOK OR READ A BITCH, DEPENDS IF THERE'S THE NEED
NOW ONE BY ONE I FREE EM' ALL, TIL' ALL MY NIGGAS
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
And I'm losing my mind
Coming down
Coming up for air
Suffocated
By an empty stare
With heavy heart
And heavy head
Nothing to start
Why get out of bed
number five, your own supply
Is your downfall, air went outta roundball
Karl Anthony Towns to town junkie they found dog
Floundering down and out in
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
in my timbz
Nelly had his Air Force Ones
You know I'm sayin out in Cali we got, you know, the Cortez's and all them shits
But when I'm in NYC nigga
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
ain't cheap
Drove from the land where the fires creep through the steep hills
All the way down to the beach
Shout out to the plug, keep it running like
love
These days still the same
I can steal the flame, eyes kill with the pain
So I advise y'all to chill with the games
Entertain for the cheddar
figure out what's making all these teardrops fall down
Is it the cold or just the pain from last night's fallout?
Thoughts in my head, she and her friends
I love you Pluto
Pieper (Pieper)
Okay I started from the bottom
Had nothing but the best
I was making these moves
While you was laying on my chest
canteen
Vacuum packed and air tight through and through
Chop chop!
We've got a lot to do!
Suck out the oxygen so Bill won't rot
What?
Add dry ice so
canteen
Vacuum packed and air tight through and through
Chop chop!
We've got a lot to do!
Suck out the oxygen so Bill won't rot
What?
Add dry ice so
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
Or strictly blunt
2 album in &you know
We still pushing dreams
My fav artist said this life
Ain't all what it seems
Nothing's perfect but
We focus on the good
around, trust them without a test
If you're losing a loved one, that's when it's all a mess
So remember, go show them love
Please remember, there's nothing
body is lookin' nasty: fat Suge
A Shotgun'll have ya brain drippin' out
With all these veins stickin' out
Like a bad rolled Backwood
Watch ya back Goodz
It's like 100 degrees, you can fry an egg on a rock
Fire hydrant spewing out the liquid and it's on the block
Circus man and mister softee making
there's nothing left of it
TaeKasiD making the cut running a muck
Not giving a fuck heads fucked up from all these drugs
I took it too far now I'm pushing
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
the mainstream all those years ago
She went out of her way to be discreet
To keep us wanting more, to never let us
Look her ass directly in it's eye
That it was
that golden light
That shines each time we walk by?)
It's electric baby
Come and take a chance on all the dreams you're dreaming
Nothing's gonna
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
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