Lyrics:
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
is way cold, man, this that 8 flow
Man
Know my 8th level up, need like 8 more, man
I don't hate no man, I don't chase no man
25, macarena, 45, slow
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
giving us something they gone feel baby
No rotation but minorities blame me daily maybe
I just might not stop because we keep on rocking
Might be drought
Wake up on a Sunday morning
Cleanse myself and go to church
While on my way to Sunday school
I spilt a lil blood on my shirt
I pull up
Condolences
1. 24 Hours pt.1
Everyday
We live by the hour, Talking the 24th
ahh
Its so hard to trust people that be breaking they bonds
Life ain’t perfect,
nice lil bitch she crazy
Think i'm fallin out it hazzy
Oh babe no don't ray me
Not like my boy Steve Irwin
Give my condolences
To him and his family
Grab
. Workaholic
No I can't complain
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
(Yes, I do)
Then I say you should write it, Roger
Yes, you
Good heavens, no!
Yes you, Roger Sherman
You
But
You
But
You
But
Mr
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey Mr. Tambourine Man play a song for me
In
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a jimmy hat
Like murder and'll hurt you if they thinking Mr Big mad
Bitch I'm blowing purple have you stuck right where you sitting at
I can't beef with no
Masked up like I'm stopping COVID
Finna kill 'em all, send my condolence
Self made I guess paid and split nothing
Had my debts paid since 10th
Grade a big
Mr4pound tryna get loose uh
40 gotta kick like a jitsu uh
Shorty eating d*** til she get full
I was ina trap by myself sellin pit
Food
I be moving wit a big
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
And my bro just died off the dope while we beefin my condolence I hope he know
Bro my life been fuckin crazy, jails and sales, narcotics, ladies
Cases,
find lil wayne i even call mack maine
but no answer no reign and no pain
just confused like a pimp without a cane
so i call lil chuckie sayin dog where
couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. Telephone Man
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
aye
I just say next caller, next caller
I don't really want her
I need me a thick 'lil bitch
I need me a Mrs Parker
Baby let's get into it, i ain't much
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong, you
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