Lyrics:
I'm ten below low, drapped out
Raking it up by my damn self
I'm a fuck boy with no manners when it comes to counting my Bruce Banners
All I see is
Home girl, I gotta say
Who pays the bills, the deals and
All the bad news?
Life is nice
Livin' in luxury
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Fact is
see through my ride
I advise, stay under, 'cause when you over it'll be over
Cut your grass when you deal with snakes or walk with the cobras
Watch
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
It's a science when you deal with the molecular structure
Of energy and you are the conductor
Life is your symphony notating reality
On a planet
gaps
I've got killers in my contacts
One hand sign, that's a done deal, no contracts
I've got a household name that stay ringing bells
It isn't hard
Jake, got good news, we just booked another tour
Yea that's good and all but that just means another civil war
between me and my girl
What am I
[Chorus]
All my life, work like a dog
Raised by wolves, running from the law
All my life, chasing these chicks
Trying to get paid, make your own
they deal back
So now I put the fly in your eye like an Ethiopian starving
Life the game that you will no longer take any part in
You shouldn'ta start
hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap
split and left me in the wilderness
Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush
Purge my soul, all I need's a little push
Schemers plot, never seem
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
knowin is what the fuck I got to lose
When everything I'm dreamin of end up on the evenin news
Chorus:
Boondox:
I'm sleepin only sleepin I'm sleepin
your way up
Used to usin' to run so please pay extra attention
When you piece the flesh back together section-by-section
"There'll be some slight
I've found the truth I was looking for
Holding out for a better deal
I've seen the truth, I know it's real
Holding out for a better day
A new
sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no
That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes
Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit
Motherfuckers
How should I start? I'm so confused
By now I'm sure you heard the news
Cats I got workin' on the block,
Got a plot for me to stop
In my heart, I
You've lost comprehension of the fake or real
You cannot deal with life and what it should mean
Ya fashion your life by a TV screen
Blond is the bomb makes
a boa constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz
Once more I'm at a low within myself.
I can make believe to deal.
Too late to turn back.
Complaining "the passion's gone" are words that define
Nase
Nachdem die getönten Scheiben runtergehen
Hol' ich die Scheiben runter vom Laden
Drive-by aus dem schwarzen Jeep
Welcher Hurensohn will mit den
checking niggas, fuck it, oh well
I just wasn't raised a little pussy disrespected nigga
I'm tryna live on my own by the ways of a gangster
So every time
than Niagara Falls
Any crumb out of line
Get stung by the nine
Left deaf, dumb and blind
Beaten and bagged and then dragged to the dungeon
Coppin a plea
New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
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