Lyrics:
second nature, I'm stuck in theseclothes
I been on the go rocks, sweats and J Jones
Focus on some money, but still I found growth
Got songs with N8 but
head by the tail
Told you before that I ain't on that street shit
I'm on that crazy, impossible feat shit
Head in the clouds, firm planted feet shit
might do some more stand-up, just might get my bands up
I might go and edit, might be a director
I might stand in the background of a movie and be
on?
Hey, we can slide, though, but just hold on
She scream, punching shit , hey, like he john jones
Got me influenced by NBA Youngboy, he get a slime
as we on
Gave em the money, the rhythm and flows and swag, I'm making some clones
Cowboy Jerry Jones, I be balling like Patrick Mahomes
Sorry I ain't
know how we do when the young niggas peel out
Don't squeal [undecipherable]
[Ice-T]
If you niggas don't know you should know by now
Ice got more
then he duckin'
These niggas snakes so I know they up to something
If I jack his shoes then maybe there's no more runnin'
If I jack his latern then maybe
fucking paid
Then I went to the cereal aisle for some apple jacks
They didn't have apple jacks
Death by the blade six feet inside your grave
Imagine and CB
me I won't, I will
I can do this shit by myself
They never cared about how I felt
I'd rather do this shit by myself (by myself)
Only time gon' tell
Not what you are,
But what you've earned
Where Jack-Queen-King
Money's concerned
A friend in need is a friend in debt
That kinda friend king
Ight yo
One more
Then it's Modelo time
What's good bro, you gon sit this one out on the bench too?
You know I'ma shoot my shot
Koooobe!
Shorty
the nigga that you jack no more
Feel the pain in my chest I’m sore
Tears start to rain, so I let it pour
She left me crying on the bathroom floor
She left me
I'm feeling lucky bitch
Fuck it three more times like eagle on my D Jack Shit
It's dog fight if you stepping bring that pressure shit
Ima Duel threat I
I-I bet not catch you by them train tracks
My niggas is so hungry they gon take act
Beat yo body down then we take that
Make yo face look different
Couldn't know, but buy a .44, blastin' a playa hatin', wantin' more
With a thug passion
Puttin' down mashin'
Control by this thug's passion
Unlike them
on a shrunken head
And all the king's men
Spread the pieces on the floor
By the time they fit together
We had forgotten what they were for
Pretending like she's
They'll tell you Jack Kerouac drank his life away
Squandered his promise mistreated his wife
Copped to the appetites more than his work
'Til his fear
me
Black chicks white chicks and the lighties
On the stairs in the flats getting grimey
See a nigga in my hood looking icy
Quick jack move now
on and on she'll never stop
its party time an she wants to rock
one by one her buttons drop
little wiggle in the middle
no more top
the bassline (THUMPS), rita jumps
on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
I don't want to waste no more time
Yea I just want you by my side
I know I was wrong please don't hide
You don't like me but I still try
You take
I believed we were nothing more than friends (more than friends)
So you got po
So you get possessed
By who?
By that little trashy man
And what's
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