Lyrics:
put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor,
sleep
I'm only venting, lettin' go of thinkin'
Lettin' all my thoughts come out every time I'm drinkin'
The smoke is thick and, think my mind is slippin
Move the cash out the way
Put the ash in tray
Throw plastic away
Take the scrap off safe
Cuz alway no slippin no lacking
Come out the trench make happen
a hunger in my bones
To hold my own
I hold thunder when I'm alone
My visions have a violet undertone
I feel the rain slippin' out of my mouth
And drippin'
shit been gettin' cold
I put in blood, sweat, and tears, so you gon feel it in your soul
How you out here living
But you only doin' what you're told
kidding you. Every one of these roofers, in one form or another, said my roof was too high. The last guy, he didn't even get out of the truck. He just looks
looked all around him with a sigh
He said, Lord, this is an awful shame
He said, There someone cheatin' in this 'ere game
He said, it goes, er,
It
killed, rather that than somebody else
Readin my will you feel what I feel, you know the deal
Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
Hearin
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in
forth from South to North
Swingin low on supremacy's corpse
Of course not steppin out of place is in place
Question those on the question of race
"No
nine-tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ man, how many times is someone gonna fuck on my bitch?
(Fuck my side chick!)
You won't ever see Em
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr.
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
couldn't make it on her own!
Pull up on them bitches, steppin' out on 30' inches
In my L.A. Dodger fitted, with some Louie V. stichin'.
Niggas wanna
Lord, this is an awful shame
He said, There someone cheatin' in this ‘ere game
He said, it goes, er,
It ain't no do for me to name the guy
So I'll refrain
a Uberx shit Lyft different
Fact is I'm a boss you get bossed, big difference
Im a onion block representer nigga gardens taught me
Like Brees in the Nola
the million dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded
abdomen, yes we travelin' cause I get around
Out of town making suckas bow down , turned on by the sound
Headed Eastbound, and that's where I'm found
Make
I'm too far off the edge
I don't need your love, I just need someone else, yeah
You at my side, you tell me how to help
I'm all lost, I need you by
having to take food out someone else's mouth
Trust in yo vision and follow yo intuition
Swear that's the mission
Uh
24 comin, my patience is running thin
Girl If you tell me how you really feeling
Nobody else gotta see it
All that i want at this moment is only for you
Be there in a minute im already
that is I don’t even trust these shorties
I really be out here like, like in my head
Like whats good with shortie
Like you know, like I don’t know man, I
the city
(Crippin' - in the city)
But it's fun, yeah
(But it's fun)
Check it out
[DO OR DIE]
Do or Die is the name of the nigga who be dreamin'
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