Lyrics:
myself trying to stick with the rapping shit
Work several jobs in hopes that I am cashing in
Puff on the joint blow it out and then pass to friend
But it
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
safe out here in these streets
Wherever y'all, you know, go to and from
And uh I'm 'bout to get ready to sign off
One more other thing
If you in the left
the switch on my candy toy.
We all young ghetto boys,
That's why we act this way.
Tryin' to see a million dollars,
Hopin' these niggas don't blast today.
up I ain't playing around
RETRO on the keys making all of the sound
Like a merry go boy I been around
Shorty looking bad in a nightgown
Sipping gin
nuts hang all out, boy
They figure 'Ye dress tight so we gon dress tighter
He dress white so we gon dress whiter
So in spite 'r anything you might?ve
all on the window
Crack that joint like the indo
Few drinks and so my brim low
Cash call pick up 10-4
Spend that make it back 10 fold
Our life too fast
Since half a block and they gonna said I'm shot
Like they ain't seen a mothafucka standing out all night slanging rocks
Oh I suppose to say and fuck
the only right I got is hell
But by those stripes I'm healed
You can take a right at the light and be in His sight
And it won't matter just how you feel boy
a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I. or Fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down
Like y'all
This is the story of an emotional black male
From Kokstad born in a world designed to make blacks fail
But he was never the blackest of these boys
Nor
of paper and I'll walk the planet
It's about to happen in the next few hours,
I've entered a world with billions of flowers
Pixies all dancing all around my
Money make the world go round
And all the pretty girls go down
And I still roll round through my old hood in my new whip
All white ghost I call it my
Yeah, found my way yeah I found the truth
Tryna spit like my name Juice World and I'm on Fire In The Booth
Tryna show that I'm the toughest out
I ventured in this world out my home
Totally out my dome
No pops to teach a young man how to act grown
So I learned that on my own, with the bro's in
noon of my life
But tonight I'm feeling all hyped
Tonight I'm feeling on point
No joint up in my joint
So much healing up in my joints
Tonight I'm
Today in South Central violence is an all-time high
Due to the terrorist group ATL
You might label them as being a menace to society
Now it's
in this snow white mink
Kanye shoes sorry no ID, John Legend flow the magnificent me
Roll hard give me molly coffee by the key
Got the weed roll
the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world but my pants still up
Tryna invest to all my Gs before we rest in
Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world
And all shottas from yard
Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na
Here comes
say I could rock your world
And if you want it come give it a whirl
Shit goin awfully (bad, bad, bad)
By the way ole’ dude he got handled, boy get off
over
Hell naw I ain't done yet
I L-B-C y'all bringin' that a G boy
Tonight its going down like free fall
Chevy bouncin' up and down like a fuckin'
to fit in
While I labeled their faces, turned them to my motivation
I brought home all the power from the world
Turned it into music then I sang it out
and fall
Through it all, our love remains the same, yeah
(Out of my head) yo
I don't know how it all happened, but (but)
You're everything and more
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