Lyrics:
TV, we live vicariously
As a garden is just out of reach
And I know it's all by time
Another side effect
Heaven forbid it's I who's next the mass reject
Bitch you Cold
Hoe I'm Froze
Polar Bear Toes
Bare My soul
Barely Whole
Boi dats old
Why you bring it up
Niggas weak as fuck
Cant Pace the pack
So I
love
She said, "I like it, that's why I jock it"
Then I said, "You only on my back because I fill brother's pockets"
Got em drivin Benzes Jeeps
and Arkansas
Maine, Alabama, and Panama
All mixed together and having a ball
Yeah we went out last night
One thing started leadin' to another
Out last night
that accumulated
Took my soul and renovated, elevated
Demonstrated what it is to integrate
My aggravation and my agitation
Causing mass invasion, demons
Twenty one, plus I got this forty like I’m OVO
Never catch praying for love in a rodeo
Hot Head
Cool, calm, can tell by the mope i’m low
I just
and a glock
Seem like we living just to become a victim, of a random shot
Everytime I turn my back, another y'all motherfuckers turn and crack
It seem like
the street
And if he tried to attack, your family's wearin' black
Because he just got your death, put on a contract
Another sucker to rub
Even my
off all the music
Living in my secret smile
While my mind is going wild
Trying to search my soul
I can always buy a present
For no one that I know
I can
on my neck
Got me feeling like hitman holla
Fuck all that shit they be talking bout nigga
Getting head in the parking lot
Waffle House nigga
Private party
got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over
I can tell by the way you're cut
You got beautiful reasons
They can tell by the way we rush
We're searching for feeling
You dress the best you know
loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin'
The law naw, man
Think I’ll add another zero
To my paycheck
Now that I think about it
Think I’ll make it clear
Baby made from Haiti
Hated by my peers
But with my ambition
What it means to have love for another
Yeah love for another
Gotta love my sisters
Love my brothers, no matter they color
All the same under, made with
to fill the gap (It's a trap)
I love to dip in my whip, it's a Volvo, 2009
Couldn't get a new one, but it's blue and it's like new so really I'm doing fine
and some still don't get it
And yeah, I might have said it way back
And got sweated by the same ones admittin' it now
But no credit came to me
If you can
Limit going up like it got old
I can't rely on my race in the hole
I'm playin at a face-to-find board
I bet, I don't feel worth my soul
I didn't match up,
the reason why i am the wizard
My mind never clear, my heart colder than a blizzard
My soul filled with art painted by van goh
Is this the start to my
A virtual mass murder!
You better run!
DHR - Emphasised...
Our results make them compromise!
60 seconds until the meltdown
Another countdown will make my
crying in this life
My old girl called me baby boy
Sad to see my look on life is blinded as a thought
I Stevie Wonder why
Or when in life I had got lost
Fuck the ops I drop the top I rip it out the glock it talk
Black Mass with some death on my face I drown in the fucking waves
Crystal tear cold
my sleeve
Immenslope got tricks up my sleeve
Yo D-R-K got tricks up my sleeve
De La Soul got tricks up my sleeve
JuJu got tricks up my sleeve
here you gonna have to risk it all
They tried my soul, had to tell the devil no
See me everywhere you go i'm the night and mornin star ay
If I were you I
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