Lyrics:
You thought I'd forgotten, right? It was a dream of my marriage day
Was it Freud, who said dreams are what we want the most, seeing by ourselves
when you see me, see you
And I'm from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking
a door
Kitchen on burn, pigeon on perm
Three different digies all lit up like a fur
Nigga where your fee, see the white right here
It's a Meddellin
new drop top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where niggas at?
I
Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go
Hahaaa
Cause I get
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
could fill it three times
Clock going round every second gone by ay
Still I gotta get it till the case closed
Writing up shit till the day goes
Been
pack
And you a light snack, I'm tryna eat it
Imma make you fall in love, I guarantee it
Smooth flows, hoppin out the two doors
Drop a pussy, fools go
dead
Take em by Internet yeah
Lay down when fire my automatic weapon
When you know nothing the internet
Stepin my case when you wishing for the god
You
keyboards
If you need more
Just meet me by the 3 door
2 niggas in the whip thats bad boys
Cant send me titty pics with androids
Whole crew full of nerds
Gang
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take
These niggas tempted by these slut hoes who fuckin' the block
Ain't no more love in my heart
And I don't mean to question God, but
If he kill my
and decay
The man you knew yesterday hooking for
Ten rounds or drinking for
Three days and three nights by
The Sawtooth mountains now
Just something under
"Was that you?"
Ahhhhhhh
Police, open the fucking door
Show me a warrant, bitch
Wait a sec, are you cooking up fire beats in there
That shit's
Perfect as a full sheet broken what it should not be
Blanket what's behind closed doors guilt equipped with dull swords
The stench unknown masked by
backseat
Your fingers don't quit, like you was an athlete
Can't stay for dinner, so I know she feel bad for me
Gotta be home by 3, cause she got a family
I
love being part of that
Single life, a different girl by my side almost every night
You know I love being part of that
Single life, no tie down, you
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just
advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded
Start running for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound
Alumni bum I got the skin of my teeth between my fingertip and stellar
Lets bet it melts together
Let's get these men some shelter
Three hops on a cot
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