Lyrics:
too long
While Billy was off at work
I'd stay teething my bone
Laying by the door
'Til 6 p.m. when he came home
And he'd tell me about his day
And how
y'all some Fag niggas
Bitch i seen ya future so the bullet hit ya past Image
Bust down AP froze
We got diamonds by the load
Hit the appas on the low
at the time (Its about 999)
It feels so right with you (Feels so right with you)
Woah
Look at the time, let's rewind
Let's go figure out the good times
I've
look like the ski resort
Cocaine pile lil' bitch like a ski resort
Foreign broad, sports car nigga that's a lotta torque
Fuck up the thermostat just like
Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse, I'm lighting a
Fuse gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon
Heat up the room, these
i like repetitive music (x6)
turn it up 'cause i know how to use it
i like to let the loopy stuff do the rebel rousing
pop the damn multi
you just take our pile on the agony
i bet you're in a bed of roses
lying in a heap
surrounded by your new possessions
so tasteless and cheap
my body
Lift me up through this pile of spent trash
Lift away all the sins that will bind me
Take away from me my vice
I'm not sure I'm going forward
and drink
Drink and sleep
Sleep and drink
The world is a steaming pile of shit
It's being run by a bunch of greedy idiots
The world really makes me sick
I
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
cling forever
Now I'm missing one of my socks
Lord, where do they go?
chorus:
One pile waits with their god in a box
The other pile nervously
a thousand pieces
We pound out weak shit into the ground uptown
Up in the Boogie Down, we just wallow in jean, pile on the green
Surrounded in green like
It’s best for me
I believe it’s meant to be
Go seek that degree
Sent that sketchy text my intuition sensed what’s next
Saw 999 and you know the rest
camp Blaky link me
RBC soon owned by me
Scotia Bank associate wid me
Every Credit Union affe come join me
Wallstreet ah di camp
Mi ah save up di Pesso
Yeah
I do a lot
I play to beat out the runner ups
I don’t do ties
Sit back I’m counting the money up
Making the piles
Watching y’all taking the baby
on yo lips girl yeah you poppin’
A freak up in them sheets she the want the 9 in
Let’s stack this money up girl yeah lets pile it
Girl anything you want
missed
Cos you ain't been here all that long
And I gotta make sure that he knows
There's a third stocking hanging up by the fire
Where only two used to go
a rush now
They goin’ pile on its a touch down
You’re day ones share the same blood or they will bleed too
Got me fucked up
Ey’ yo generation don’t know
We standing side by side ride or die
In this life we never started shit
But we finalize
Theres nobody that I idolize in my idol time
Planning
I strike up a full sprint with the day the planet
turns to ashes breathing down my neck hellish degrees
and armageddon summer running with
I said a hip hop the hippie the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop
The rock it to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
The rhythm
of the ruler
In the twenties (twenties)
We'll be grinding in a pile of moolah
Listen up, you motherfuckers
Those ivy league dopes, they want to mock us
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
dem a roll high (yeah)
Been a stroll by (me worried)
A me a say, Don (yeah)
You know we rated as number one (easily)
Up 2 Di Time, me Vybz Kartel,
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