Lyrics:
lying on me fo
Had a Jordan year with 23 ho’s
Bitch I’m a savage with 21 flows
I’m known in the streets
Kicking 19 doughs
By the age of 17
I was
, down, down
I'ma break that bitch down
Pull up in the car
Then let up the arms, suicide doors
I'm married to the game, never gettin' a divorce
Get
a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
The road that is wide and filled with self
I feel my place here in the dark sky
(See me cruising the dirt road cruising the road)
I feel my place here in the dark sky
Looking down from
kinda flippy, pockets never skimpy
Married to Marijuana with that drama you can miss me
Fifty-fifty I'm a playa, slash money maker by nature
I get that
feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids
Locked down for life
Shoulda chose me
She 'bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
say you kept it solid but you fucked on the Bro's
Circle tighter then a vigin can't get caught wit a How
If im eva goin broke i'm hittin door fo da
a minute, let's get some understanding
Oh, look here, the judge told me don't come down there no more
You gon' mess me up, I'm gon' get-, open the door
let's mingle my bitch wit da three some
I break on a bitch like I'm Sweet
Now she geeking
I gave her some sause if she leave I'm a hit
Death by
look, where we going? yeah
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they
(Mhmm, mhmm)
Frank Zulu The 3rd
What?
Yeah
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want to let us in (Whoa)
Kick down the door cuz'
They didn't want
Like Curry had to give her three
We got our plates and then we chowed on down
And then the waiter he finally came back around
And said how are you guys?
two three
Mash Out
If hip-hop is dead it's rock and roll now
So bang your head on the wall until you pass out
The road to success is shitty nothing
on the roof
When it come down, your head will get hoof
Blud, you'll be missing more than one tooth
Skepta, live in the flesh I'm proof
That DJ's can take
Trying clean my mind
That’s an acid molly
Now I’m fuck and drive
We stay loyal on a road
Like “Taylors”
Take a lot of shit
Can’t go down
Bitch that’s all
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
required to lay
Was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
lost is soon found, I'm a goon now
In a room know its a tomb now, let me cool down
1 Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck
wanna come over once I'm done, yeah, you gotta go
She want me to come over once I'm done, yeah, I'm out the door
Out the door, out the door, yeah, I'm out
the door
She said "I’m not in love no more"
I took two pills and a cigarette
And a long walk down Melrose
I made two calls to my best friends
In Canada from
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