Lyrics:
introduced to courage
Don't get discouraged 'cause my words will threw her like flourish
We got the bounty (bounty)
We from the Queens county (county)
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
Boy meets World and jerking off to Topanga Lawrence
Like the 14 year old Topanga
Oh this shit like a joke to you?, I don't get it
Nah it ain't like that
plan is
Painful thoughts and memories are scars
Thought it might get better as I age
The poison took its toll day by day
Finally grown up check
to make shit fit, now check this shit
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the Ep along by James Todd
Smith I get
'Cause You are worthy and You
Will always be enough
And I will never get tired of singing of
Never get tired of singing Your love
Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Hook:Get your own spice...
Break the old vice...
Feeling chastised..
He can never despise..
He was there for Mumbai...
He plot it on size..
Spread
remember niggas had me out there by my damn self
I'm writin' scriptures but they'll never quote it
I'll always tuckin' for any nigga who say he want it
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock'n' roll
its now or never oh oh)
Let's go! (Tomorrows good, tonight is better oh oh) Let's go!
If I told you, that this couldn't get better baby
And your
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
Shouts to the gang
Shouts out to my old hoes
See i usely be with a gang of niggaz
But today ima do it by myself
I count it all by myself
I can hit
tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by, without his
I'm just a nigga that's playing
Don't mean to bring up old shit home girl but I'm just saying
You love the fast life
Got all that weed, got all that
Bags on bags on bags
Old school whip new tags
AR 15 mags
And I keep 'em
Side by side by side
Come on bruh let's ride
Don't catch a body off pride
Dropped out I never knew different
Coz it's the mafucking same old
Yeah it's the same old
We was not made from the same mould
Still get high still gotta lay
Same old uh uh
Same old uh look
Go by the name Wale Folarin
A K A Ralph
I'm still over there okay
The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu
that strawberry roan!
He says, "This old pony ain't never been rode,
And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed."
Oh, that strawberry
roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock 'n'
phoney
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
By my lonely
Yeah
By my lonely had no one to get it for me
Never had a silver spoon
I just had to get
(Where) Where I go? (How) How did I get here? (How did I get here?)
Walk around with a Smithfield (Smithfield)
I'm from the south, had a gold grill (Gold
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
takin' care of lot of lawyer fees, I can't rap for free
Hit too many bumps inside the road, it feel like acne (let's get it)
And I can never keep a job
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