Lyrics:
still
The truth for real, I'm real true, call that trill
This is my house, this place is mine
Posted on any corner on any coast I'm on
You niggas need
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
well (but our love remains the same)
(Out of my head)
Things change from year to year, girl (things come and go)
But my love for you is always there,
But I feel stuck in this place
I'm like a bird in a cage
my rage is rising while the numbness slowly disappear
I'm tired of hiding my head in the shell
mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin'
From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin'
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow
my mother cry" (Lord)
"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
Then
my mother cry" (Lord)
"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you up to Christ"
He said, "Go 'head, take my life, I've seen everything but Christ"
Then
to the edge
And that there put a hole in my chest
And then they tell you home's where the heart is
But I got a hole where my heart is
Because I let a ho
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
and veterinarians throughout the inland empire.
But it is this reporter's opinion that ethell is a former communist"
Within the week, jerry lewis had hosted
you listening to me?
Jack, Jack, Jack
Head in a sack
The house is getting colder
This is not the time for dreaming
Chimney stack
Starting to crack
you listening to me?
Jack, Jack, Jack
Head in a sack
The house is getting colder
This is not the time for dreaming
Chimney stack
Starting to crack
on my grill
I figured since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise
about the
Fucked-up day that I had hell is
What it was! I'm used to arguing with
My girl on a daily basis
But finding out that she fucked Drake was
Everything about you girl (everything about you girl)
My eyes deceiving me
She wants to be with me
She wants to sleep with me
Gucci needs two or three
I
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
had a few ballers but not that many
A lot of model-type chicks but not that skinny
I mean one in particular caught my eye
I mean she gave me a look when
to school and getting good grades and shit
But I'm seeing like, domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on
And I'm sure everybody was
I'll never forget the time
That you caught me smokin' herb in the house
I was dead wrong, I deserved to get out
But you just talked it over with my
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy
and get the 5
You know that Nigga Live
You know that Everything I spit swear
To God it's from my head
And i'm about my fucking bread
You play with me you
out
Yeah
Girl you gotta keep a clean house
Hit it from the back, I'm a pull ya weave out
Shake it like a dog tryna get the fleas out
Ima make it drip,
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