Lyrics:
and left her man the same day (Damn)
I love the staying out the way
Love the feel of holding money
Stepping on this Bathing Ape
Love smelling like Dior
the time
All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen long-hair bitches, workin in stitches
Her hair ain't
the time
All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much
And you dick teasin' bitches never fuck
I seen a long-hair bitch, workin' at stitches
Her hair ain't
This is a day in the life
See I make big money and I fuck nigga's wives
And I only skate twenty fours
Young pimpin' still slammin' them Chevrolet
But I'm too young to be dying
I'm sentimental, existential
And I just feel like going to bed
Can I just do it over again?
Tell me what I'm missing
but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein' broke, I'm a man, c'mon
Son, don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side,
she broken I can feel it too
This a letter to Flaro sitback and watch his young niggas move
Pops I just wanna take the out let you know I’m missing you
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
So how could I forget, nigga? Huh
How could I forget
When I done seen so much shit when I was in that bitch?
I
feel it though.
My old school tramp sucked a damn good dick,
I tried to turn the bitch out, she couldn't handle it.
Trick biotch.
[Daz]
things
Now I don't wait on not a damn if it's beef
Too much time spent on my own
Summer night ballad gone heal my soul
Drink and marijuana gone make me
the feeling in your tooth, when it sweet
By eating sweets type feeling
Damn it's too much feelings I need to get
Out of it, bad habit my nigga yeah you can't
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's
about for the past like, few years or so)
(Like my life, adulthood and just, pretty much everything else)
Yeah, as I sit down by this mic, reflecting
I'm too much to comfort
More to console
Where was I heading with this? You know that I never know
Last tape, I said I love me more than being alive
That
deserve it
I want to be free
I'm not as young as I used to be, I'm not ageing too beautifully
Old enough to know better, but I keep acting stupidly
Feels
much pain
So tired
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So tired, so
(Don't get too close because you might get shot)
So
They got
around the corner
The pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies
Them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
Got me paranoid,
just don't get that
It was supposed to be a new us
Young love grew up
Fell off
Came right back
That's how we do us
Both getting too old
To play these
nigga, you gon' feel this nigga
Got a, trunk full of work, how you goin' kill this nigga?
My niggas giving out bricks, we can build this nigga
If all
I miss the old days
I miss the old memories
I miss my bold ways
I miss my gold fantasies
But I can't turn away
There is just way too much to pay
If
it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage
I don't want nothin' from anyone, ain't
I'm done, suppose it's that
(I thought different)
Too entwined in souls, to be as smart to know, that I was all but owned, by this type of hoe, I
Tried
a week
Now, when he was being paid only twenty dollars a week the name seemed too long and important
It should perhaps have been Mr. James D. Young
But
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
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