Lyrics:
doors
Got my old-school Chevelle and it's ruby brown
And that car make that vroom-vroom, sk...rrrrt sound
When I pass by your place they say, "Turn down
whole dick
Weirdo nigga mad at me cuz he wifed my old bitch
Somebody please tell me how that make sense
Matter Fact
Tell E&E Come Get His Bitch
While you
you'll ever come back. But I'll keep trying)
Please don't ever leave. You apart of me. I don't want nobody else
For you I'll buy chanel. free my brothers
I’m addicted like this s**t don’t give me hope
My brother tell me “Listen, stay away from guns and dope”
It’s been five f*****g years, still yelling
flop
This right here a movie
I'm rolling with the Myth
I'ma need you by the two please
My brother coming with
Can't you see just what we do, Ma?
Nothing
on my shit list
Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin'
You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat
You're a stink bomb I'm comin' Stapleton
different faces
Listening to my secrets in exchange for understanding
It tells me what I need to change in order to be worthy
As well as who to follow and who
to me, now tell me exactly
Have you ever known a brother who have another like ah girl or wife
And you just had to stop and just ''cause he look just
nothing,
All you hoes know what time it is,
You know my dick, so you know what kind of rhyme it is.
I get ill on the mic, but still,
I don't like pigs,
amors have varied
Too many Carrie Ann moss
Prayin' I was the one
Far from it
You can truly say I'm my daddy's son
Afflicted by the gifts I've been given
hope up in ya pocket
Speak down on the culture while they kids use your ebonics
I don't care how they view me so I'm outside with a bonnet
I tell my
was great when mama was pregnant
The last of dying breed so please don't miss out on your blessing
I catch of glimpse of the present, the pressure is
un-signed you get just as far if you don't even try
I could post a pic with God and not get seven likes
Or sell my soul for one with the devil and not get six
Goodies never make a buck
When I'm a daddy I'm gon' make damn sure that
My child knows not to be just like me
Even though my momma would not agree I'm
you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
Tonight I'm gonna cut loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie, shake
spiritual meds
Comfort him dont look for cred
Later on he'll find his balance
Make his own choices once he knows who hold the mallet
Tell him everyone thats
My name is MC
I'm like no other
A short sized, high pitched
White skinned brother
And when I say white
Yo, I don't mean pink
'Cause my skin's about
get your wife took
She'd rather be with me I can tell it just by the look
Been living by the book
Pharaoh in the big city
I don't survive I thrive I
cold I lost a lot of friends
Hoping long nights of praying that my homie don't get shot again
Hoping that my shooters don't get hurt like Laury Markennen
when I'm vulnerable inside
Real men don't cry or ever face their demise
It's half the reason why
Church is ever on my mind
Mamma please call my soul in
she's 5'3
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't
for bags
Yeah the bags of crack you just go suck a guy off wheres your daughter oh fack cause im at least 10 n' No I don't give a crap no hairs on my
the slammer
Don't ask me about my manners, she from Miami proper
Daddy prolly a doctor, own choppers and helicopters
Learned every damn play in the book,
money
Tryna play it safe
Tell them pussy niggas run it again
They wont show they face
Mad because the mob done did it again
Please don't come our way
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