Lyrics:
with you all when my Mama passed away
I was on the road and when they came and told me know it was just too late
I drove by the grave to see her boy
To the future me
Cause this is what it is right now
Fuck what it use to be
Musically I'm raised
By Fred Flash and Tuka Gee
But what rooted me
Was Krush Groove
yea
Homie said he a killer stay with the stick
Die by the scrilla say he won't miss
Shoot up the house empty the clip
No problems with someone you love
a dress
Polo high-tech with the navy crest
Cut from the cloth you couldn't thread with a needle
Bought the shit at Fred Segal, got your bitch spread
Baller blockers make a nigga wanna ride at night
Block watchers callin' coppers so my mind ain't right
The Devil with me but the young boy acknowledge
Where all the goons that listen to goon music
(right here)
Where all the goons that listen to goon music
(right here)
Everybody strapped with the gat
a sandwich with Welch's and belch
They say this spray butter's bad for my health, but
I think this poor white trash from the trailer
Jed Clampett, Fred
a tour of one night stands
All my days and all my ways
Are so confused
I tell you right new
I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam
And you can feel
[Roxie]
(spoken)
Once it said in the paper:
'gangland's Al Capelli seen at Chez Vito with cute blonde chorine'
That was me.
I clipped it and I
working nights
And talking white
So i could feel the access
I need to see the atlas
They say never quit your day job
N**** you right
I get paid on my
No worries
No wahala
I don't want no trouble, no stress, no test, no vex, nothing
I don't want no drama
I said I'm living, love what I've been
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
Fred cstaire, when I get a stare,
Stairway to hell, I'll put a shiv into their chivalry,
Dr. Decker on a killing spree,
Last night I had a dream I was in
by the lord of the skies mortalized
In us, I got cold through cruel winters
Grandmas, defenders, Fred Hamptons agenda
Never been good with
Bitch Nigga imma the hood Fred Hampton
I don't do beef with no Crips or G's
Blood said Pro how I make this money
Put him on cryptocurrency
Since younger
correspondence
With the program, just send your answers, letter bombs only, to BP House, Victoria Street, London,
SW1
Thank you and good night
Feed
...
I drove by the grave to see her
Boy, that really is a pretty stone ...
I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone.
They said that it's lonely when you're at the top
But I'm with the crows so it's lonely but not
Shout out the tailor theyre getting me right
I stepped in
one of those abstract trances.
And he was going: Ugh...Ugh...Ugh...
And Fred said: I think he's in some kind of pain. I think it's a pain cry.
Krueger
A new nightmare, I'm right there
With the head of Lucifer killing you demons
God's children, what can you do to us?
This rap shit ain't new to us
of this well
It never was. It never was
Supposed to be us
But maybe this proves us right for being wrong
Turned into another sad love song
And like Fred
got it on me right now
With no intention to stop
Big Ark said chill bro
You're spending a lot
But the gang can't name one
That Fred didn't cop
Man I'm
fight
Unseen missed flights cold streets dim nights
Mostly insight I have to admit that my look has pivoted a bit
I'm gripped by a fit
Jamais vu et ni
Valentino shoes I like
My young amigo he's been shooting pipes
Smoking weed and all night
No owner wants to see me twice
Wife's said I ain't moving right
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