Lyrics:
no talkin' to me
I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free
I took that bitch
She ain't been home in a week (home for a week)
Pussy so good that
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
the chain, but I'm held by restraints
I give it all I got but nothing ever changed
I lost a few people who were close to me
A very good friend that's supposed
known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job so I mob
Not
nothin'
She say I look good, bitch, I been doin' push ups
Play with Baby and Top, nigga, good luck
My lil' daughter two, but got six figures put up
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
you're pulling off the one for the books
It's gotta be out there
You just gotta get yourself on the hook, so
Don't ever stop for a good reason to catch up
got chopped down
Rest In Peace but don't rest right now
No peace of mind for my set somehow
Only chase the dollar
Six Figures my goal so when you got
sill
Tryna figure how the winds so still
Figure how the window feel
Foot on the gas, make it last feel that blast
Oh we, get blinded by movies
clucking
You really lucky you stuck with me
So just stick around
The way I'm living, it ain't lovely
Hug me like a youngest child
Need it now, if you can
from nothing
So, if you must test me, I will not be bluffing
This one's for the people that's throwing me shade
For the one's who fake love me
Knew this Guy name Jack a good dude from round the way
Kept a cool demeanor even when led astray
Made mistakes when he was younger
Poor decisions due
on racks
So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
Got damn
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had
with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas
good I'm reaching for your heart
Feeling your body girl you got it all
I swear I start smiling every time you call
Our love story let's write it page by
shoplift, never got served in Londis
I was up and down in their block lifts, five man deep inside, it's a mosh pit
Got teet' in line with the mop stick, see
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
a purpose figure out what your worth
I stick to my word
Hear a beat and it's healin me
Speak my mind when you hear it hope you feelin me
All my thoughts
will make ya lean back do the rockaway
Burn so much gas I should be locked away
Cops on my ass, ain't no getting stopped today
Fuck a drive by, imma look
home! Ahahaha! Ah oh, why do I want to go home? Oh I don't
know, I've been in here so long, oh I'm stuck to the chair and all that kind of good stuff...
mistakes but those mistakes make you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticks
Good
mistakes make you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memories to collage, paste to the glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my
doing?)
(I'm good, I'm good, man, now for everybody that's listening man, let everybody know who Joss is)
(Alright, so, Joss is basically a guy that likes
Big Daddy
My chick a baddy, give me good good
Graining on the wood, woodpecker made in hood
Fair maiden reign in Brooklyn by the way of the slave trade
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