Lyrics:
Nigga, I was still fresh (uh)
If you take a walk in my shoes, shit, that's a real test (real)
You never seen your man on the news or witness real death
me drowning on drink and weed
Your vibe is a pain know what that means
I put your mind in the past right now
I
Try live a live of peace and
You
Dyin
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
I put that on everything, on my clique
Let me get a couple drinks in my system I go put it down on your bitch
Oh man, I've been putting on for my
beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown
Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey?
A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money
Down
getting rewards
I'm a make sure that I put up the points
They didn't believe when I said I'm the one
Put up a twenty M up for my son
Fight like a man, we
you're not the Lorax
Don't worry you'll get your karma
Write you right into a pine box
I'll ignite the mic see I'm hot
Don't put baby in the corner
I'm
And remember when your Lord proclaimed
If you give thanks by accepting faith and worshipping none but Me, Allah
I will give you more of My blessings
But if you
this was a movie
Half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day
I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't
Sold good in
ya got 'em"
The filters the best part, that's where they put the heroine
Only us real good smokers know that fucking secret
Yeah, we tried to be
the mind be so strong
And I don't wanna lose you over time
Tryna fix my life while I'm my grind and I be looking at you cause girl you fine
Gotta put you in
Easy
Two by two in an Aston Martin
Whip it, skrrt reverse
Let me through lemme slide and clart him
ICU how my eyes are darting
You man claim this crown
he wanna shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a livin
Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can
the Holiday Inn
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word!
And if it got to do with money? Count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You
the Holiday Inn
With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word!
And if it got to do with money? Count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You
I'm 'bout to kick will have you shittin' in your trousers
Face it, lyrics when I put em to the page
Is embedded so deep even Zeno can't erase it (Ooooo)
substance
'Cause I don't touch the dutch but man I need something
So put up your drinks or whatever's in your hand
This is dedicated to my friends in the pen
get injected not just by the vaccine
Yeah got tons of energy but didn't drink caffeine
Mystery machine ay
Mystery machine ay
Mystery machine
Mystery
come up when it's broad day light, yeah
You ain't gotta bring no weed, no drink, just you by my side, yeah
I ain't your man but girl goddamn, I'ma treat
I'm gonna lie on my back and you put your fingers down my mouth right,
No, no do it right, like augh ugh!
I'm gonna do a Jimi Hendrix,
Eugh, I'm
cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade
Kiss your kids tonight before them bitches run away
Get your man
You won't do it for the vine at least do it for me
She off the Henn but hit a whine damn shawty a freak
Your man's on the social talking like a mogul
I made a right turn
But damn
Man I didn't listened to my heart when I should
They say being single ain't bad; it's all good
Can we make it work?
You
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