Lyrics:
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
Left to right front to back
How them quarters stack
Catch me if you can
Blowing quarter sacks
So much weed in my system
I done failed the test twice
different views
Guess I'll just leave like I always do
Yeah I guess
I'm chillin' in the basement all alone
Projector screen, Shining
Danny, where's the rum
Bureaucratic choices are made
It seems ignorance is their defense
Protracted by them at our expense
Life is a knife and it cuts both ways
Deep down I wonder if
Or by the time you're twenty-one
you'll be lying in a stranger's bed
Dying from a broken heart
One broken heart, I know it cuts like a knife
But one
on the grind
Doin' time help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed
It was said I would end up dead working in
took a pocket-knife
And carved out our names
In the morning I am gonna
Cut that tree down
Gonna build a fire and
Watch us go up in flames, ‘cause
That’s
I changed the energy
Locked down, 52 card over push-ups
Now I take flights every morning
When I look up could tell by the pendant
I’m still
Grand rising
Ain't talking 'bout the sun shining
I'm on the grand rising
Good Morning Vietnam!
Mic killer, droppin illa and I'm still at large
Sike
2:30 in the motherfuckin' morning what the fuck are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
nigga who rap
Drop in the ocean now either drown or stand out
Have a new dead end job and watch the years go by
cnd what the fuck do you do but record
niggas just p-i-e
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed, so convinced
She got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she’s taking
you might see your doom (Northside)
Glock or the knife (Northside), you choose
Aye, time to get mental, vision with no stencil
Wake up in the morning
fifty ain't the
Sharpest knife in the drawer get outta line
And I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho)
Maybe I'm
in the night listen close some try to warn ya
Drag your circus through the forest you'll be buried by the morning
Step into my office oh and please
of the club with no run
Cant no one
Switch the flow
In a jif
Mesmerized
By how I spit
When the bar it spin
Like Hula Hip hop
Handling Heavy hits
I never use
shouldn't hide anymore
You put a knife in my heart
Said you gon' ride for my love
Listen your lies "yeah, yeah"
I cannot listen anymore
At least we did try,
he a boy to me
Bitch, I'm dope in any hand
I'm a quarter key
Hop and smoke up in the air
Watch him move through the breeze like
Stop
Breathe
Someone
And trust me to wield the knife
Weep willow weep for the morning sun
And for those left behind in the dawn
Oh a treasonous path must be taken by those
Who
the garden
I'm plantin' a forest
Red as the ants in the army
Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test
She got class in the morning
Moonwalk, let the jewels
dawgs
Knife concealed just in case they wanna brawl
Two bad bitches by my side counting cash
Street wear drip looking fresh upper class
Girl you fine red,
to that boy
The water be down by the morning
And he'll be back to Illinois"
I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain
Underneath the Louisiana moon
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
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