Lyrics:
B boy, the way they twistin' up my words
For months, yeah they said I was missin'
Man, the world ain't out to get ya
They just tryna dismiss ya,
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never goin', never
you gonna laugh at me
I murder the ones at the top by giving you casualties
You coming around the beat
I cum up on Prada sheets
You wish you were hot
kill me
But I ain't want the fame, I just wanted y'all to feel me
It's my time so I'm goin' in
We ball 'til we fall, fuck how the story ends
I see
boys on a 24 track, they like that
Ah the hand clap followed by the mic check
No time for dinner, five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in
out that parkin' lot
Graffiti on the seat because she bleeding
I don't give a fuck, I'm greedy
I don't give you truth not worth believing
Chop
boards aiming at your back boy
Why you think they got the strap boy yeah
If they were goin drill then they shoot to kill
I don't need no medicine to shoot
thangs
Draw down, pull out the pilly son
And show you the rain
Show you poor hustla niggas the game
Like turnin' one into two
It'll cost you more if
remains calm
Oh god, will I bust? Will I fall off or will
I still keep kicking dust?
Trust, I get down from the ground
Plus I pack a pound
Perpetrators
goin' on-uh
[Nelly]
What's going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby
Hook
I got no time/
To Bump & Grind/
I just want me a big bank roll/
You must be out your mind/
Or goin blind/
If you think Ima be sidetracked by
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
A hundred and five million goin' down in da ground
Most in da black an' da brown
How did I catch this riddle?
If I didn't crossover like a Hardaway dribble
see
Ain't no time for this gemini
Paint me up and we goin fly
Paint me down and we goin cry
Dont hold me down the homie down
Hold me to it, we goin do
sleeves
I know you been out in the rain
Say you luh me but hate it
How am i sposed to believe dat
She got moves like drive by
Drop down errthin ting goes
have good luck
Sippin' wocky in my cup
Got an eigth, I'm sparkin' up
Wanna be rich by October
So you know we goin' sober
But sometimes I go over
That's
white tee two tone,
That lil ass can’t do wrong,
I like u in that blue thong,
I pray to that pussy,
Fall down and praise that pussy,
Wait a cotton pickin
in the mornin and I blew up by the night
Love will make you blind make sure you get up out of sight
Dont you go down easy boy make sure you put up
love you I'm out
When I was down-down bad and thought I wouldn't be the same
By my side you remained through the pain through the change
Through the tide
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
told me, "Never fall in love, it never works out in your favor
You way too young and right now that's just human nature
You think you love her, but you
Two pretty boys were goin' tae the school
And one evening coming home
Says William to John, Can you throw a stone
Or can you play at a ball,
Buckle up your seat belt Cause we about to free fall lookin’ out the window Whatchu think of me now
Pre:
We keep climbing
We’re riding lighting We’re
way I could get it back for
Them to go fall at my feet
We're big, take it, front row seat
From the motherland, big country boy, big 843
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