Lyrics:
Feeling like a lost child in a fuckin group home
If there’s smoke let me know add him to the list
I been digging up graves put your name in the ditch
Look at my bag I just doubled
Mvp like dame in the
Bubble to smoke in your pack
It would be no trouble
I be laughing so hard that I pay no mind
All
Like always listening to the same old song
Please keep your eyes open the whole night long
From Munich over Frankfurt, Hannover to Berlin
In Hamburg
on it
Sipping lean in this tonic
Like jesus just cross it
You comic niggaz just stand up
No NBA to get jammed up
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You
on it
Sipping lean in this tonic
Like jesus just cross it
You comic niggaz just stand up
No NBA to get jammed up
I can tell by the hate in your eyes
You
day by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
They pass away, they went off the casket way
My gats will spray, but that
you mortified
Where your shit from I imported mine
Built to last like it was fortified
But don't get it twisted
Nigga got hit by the ghost Yashua caught
of keys are the remedies of these
The only steeze is the snare blowin' smoke in the air
I see the wear-and-tear emotions fallin' off your weary shoulders
on me, you get popped like a pill
Walk in the crib, and im upping the dosage
Eyes get big, and I'm ready to drill
For all my brothers and mine, I would
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
shit OD
I walk in this bitch got benjis on me
I don't talk shit he can get static for free
I only smoke gas this shit not on E
I hadda turn up for
money
Get out my face with your opinions, i got paper to be gettin like a real man
Oh, you a man, huh?
In the police station, hands shakin, but actin
be a
Crazy motherfucker, eye hanging out my head
Say all the things that have not been said
When you sleep at night I'll be in your nightmares
God
I'm Paul Bunyan got these bitches kissing touching
Like it's 2 am in London
2 am in London
Bitch we bout to function call your girls and let's get
look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter big money for the enterprise
It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it
that, me? I make mills off that
How the fuck can't y'all see I ride, when I drive, down the block and
You look outside, H-A-T-E in your eyes, I enter
is colder than ice//
how you getting fucked up when there's nothing in your fridge//
and your kid wanna go to get some shit//
but you're too drunk
a Papa Doc's, back to your proper spot
We are not friends, we just connected dot to dot
Stomp you till you feel like you living in Waka Flocka's sock
I
gunshot
Now it's 21
Your shit all the same but now it's
Clear that I got 50 sons
I try to count it all in one you feel that
Bitch? I smoke that blunt
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life
I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggas
Locked down in
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life
I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggas
Locked down in
in the Lotus she was riding in that hooptie
fuck that bitch
I got my own hoe
fuck your weed
Got my own smoke
Had to put my mink back on
Tell that
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