Lyrics:
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal
Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall
|Sleeping in a stranger’s house
Why don’t I feel like myself?
Every light bulb’s long burned out
Someone wake my brain up, someone wake my brain up
I
Our childhoods left unsung
Guess mine was stranger than some
Stranger than some
Ricardo was a poet
He was Chicano
A Chicano poet down in Austin Texas
He
In a house I didn't own
The window man stopped by
We both started talkin'
And put away our lies
I confessed to more
Than I had on Sunday
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (y'all know who)
I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in
I'm rapping like a Wesson if you went and put the smith in it
A bottomless 11, so I'll never stop spitting it
A Mac 10 with the clip long
50 cal, you
to preservatives
Fortress to box houses
Acres to square meters
Mozart to grime stars
That's life
I'm a stranger in London but I'm (even) stranger to the ones
Boy you out your body thats what they told me in the school house
Why you popped a molly cause i bust faster when I shoot now
Usually the driver but
Trippity Trap House, Look at these Stacks, Straps, Straight flipping these packs out
Dip in these racks now
Drippity Splash House, Diamonds they splash,
greatness
Snatching the crown
Slinging by pounds the keys
Bleeding in gallons
It's magic
Wear 32
I'm the champion
Watching the bleachers
And seeing they empty
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz
It's roots are in the sounds
the fifty cal mag its a hand-held.
I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas,
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas.
I got whores in
THEY LOVE TO HATE
(CAUSE THEY LOVE TO HATE)
I’M OUT HERE
GETTING CAKE
(I’M OUT HERE GETTING CAKE)
I KEEP A BLACK
40 CAL TUCKED
IN MY WAIST
protection
Learn a lesson from a Smith & Wesson
Hug the block just for affection
So ironic, it's da pressing
Come out y'all boys in blue
Gimme a fair one and I
a pound for the flip
Trap stay getting litt
Like 7/11
Money being made 24/7
Whats in your waist Smith n Wesson
Whats on my back
This Mac-11
Holdup, cant
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
that cal fresh and cal word flip
We set up shop and sling nicks out our house
If police hit, ain't shit coming out our mouths (solid)
My day one
yourself this shit suicidal
Got guns all over the house watch your step that's a bazooka by ya
And I don't mind diving in that water ima scuba diver
can
And I know things didn't go exactly as you planned
But all I ever wanted
Was to understand
There's a stranger in the house
There's a stranger in
changes, can't get you off of my brain
I've been talking to strangers, calling them by their names
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Stuck inside
trick'n off
Bought myself a hundred choppers I call it getting off
Took that bitch to cal mall I call it getting by
I only spent a couple hundred she
thinking he can ruin
Now he thinking I'm pursuing
Who's in, the mothafucking house (Outlawz)
'97 we put some paw's
On these mothafuckas jaws
I see the same
somebody daughter, played in her water
The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver
I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out
Just to find
me hold it down while I stand stiff
Forty cal black hoodie and some stand smiths
See I done seen some niggas switch
Up on they mans them
But I've
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