Lyrics:
talk to myself on my Facebook wall
You know my pants sag low (low)
Even though (though) that went out of style
Like ten years ago (go)
Spose, I got
on me ain't talking about Playdough
Still I am not someone that you should play though
Now dripping is a different concept
Expanded mindset
Times shift
man
Well now you got me curious, I'm kind thinkin bout buyin it
Three for ten dollars, it can't hurt to try it
Well what exactly do I get?
Well
And all my niggas they'll be honored
First thing on my mind in the morning
Is getting money
Mind on my money, getting money all the time
Getting money
Mind
Growin' up in broken homes
You find yourself at ten years old
Runnin' drag and startin' fights
But minors hide behind their rights
Start slow
is 10 years deep
You know the Kottonmouth Kings gives a fuck what you think
Ya'll mother fuckers better back the fuck up, stop runnin your mouth
(Yeah)
All Glory to God, give Him praise Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
The time is now or never, if you have a voice use it
Appreciate the power you receive
nod to agree
But you didn't believe me
A fool's delusion of reality
You're only pretty for right now
That won't matter 10 years from now
Call me
When
in Impalas.
For now ma tongue is getting loose in the gutter.
I nodey fit sideline the itch anymore.
I go bruise every sucker.
Been five years. Now
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception busta bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular x to the zizzle
That's what the fuck it is
'Cause I want to have fun and what's one more year
'Cause education ain't nothing compared to bein' cool
I may be a grandfather by the time I'm out
'Cause I want to have fun and what's one more year
'Cause education ain't nothing compared to bein' cool
I may be a grandfather by the time I'm out
got time to worry about payin' up
Man I'm working double time just to be saving up
Yeah mycircle is small cause I don't want nobody playing us
But put
Nigga get right
Now with all your might, holla like your best friend died
And his help number is 9-1-9, one time
[Chorus]
"The number you
The only thing that you would recognize is my name
I've lived a hundred lives since seventeen
Ten years feels like a century
Sorry if I'm not the person
breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son
breath
I'm still paying dues and the last one is death
Back to the essence with that shit you stressing, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son
all the time
Until Renzo died now they hardly smile
They both out the way always told em hold yo head high
Its hard to say goodbye (goodbye) to niggas
back for a minute
Let me give you this verse to stop for a minute
It was ten years back but I kinda loss track
Like it's all turning gray and black for
ain't beat myself
If you still mad about it, why act like we cool?
Ten plus years later, now ya colors true?
Imma leave it there, keep it brief and clear
been sober since twenty ten
That year I died a thousand times
If you rewind my life and take a look inside
You'd see trying time after trying time
Walked in scanning the room for human shields
Victory Formation only time he ever kneels
Re-education camp greeter, name tag says Bill
"Is this your
to hate
Cause I can't die today
I'm just trynna go catch a vibe by the Huron lake
Maybe rap for bout 10 years then put my bag into sum real estate BUT
I
I even think I miss the way you'd text 10 people at the same time
Flash Forward in time and we are adults
We used to call every day
Now I ask my
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