Lyrics:
sleeve
I'm watchin' it bleed
Maybe that will take the pain away
No more rainy days
You talkin' to me?
Just let me be, I need some sleep
Why you think
think they understand, this is me going crazy
Draggin' land, I put in a lot of work
Beat up the competition, they don't want no smoke
It's time for me
a Backwood)
I'm talkin' critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (man down, man down)
Roll his pack up, spin in a rental shoot for his dome by his temple
I want y'all to act a fool
y'all mutha fuckaz know what I'm talkin bout
I thought I told y'all
You know what I'm talkin bout, but what's up dawg?
roll up
I ain't sharin' no blunts, hit it by my lonesome,
Telling me your feelings, I just laugh and hang the phone up
I been down, I just wanna have fun
Goddamn, won't somebody fuckin' kill me, drill me?
Up the chop, bury me by a hill or creek
Pew, pew, big big chop wit a still, b
I think I would like
with no regrets, they don't know how hard I worked to get it
MTZ the sickest, I be steady looking for a medic
Niggas really sweet by the way they talk,
Don't come around my ends if your weave's not laid
Talkin' bout your man, baby, he wants me
I'm done with the bullshit
Don't test me if I'm not gettin'
as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But
witnessed this shit ain't gon' come to you
I'm tryna get me some millions, if you talkin' business we got somethin' in common
I fuck with you
'Member days
don't do right by you then leave 'em
Droptop, bitch, I'm flyin', I ain't speedin'
Make my own place, yeah, I make my own cash
Talkin' 'bout relations,
a zone
He got the purple by the bundles, I'm still high when I get home
I'm well-connected fool, they held me down for summers
It's D-O-double G, matter
an emcee who talkin all that junk
Please, a lot of suckas would like to forget me but
The incredible, lyrical, and original
I grab the steel with the crime
the hood all got love
Cause they saw me raise up from a motherfuckin' scrub
And hoes that I know
From way back befo'
They used to say no
All wanna go
the hood all got love
Cause they saw me raise up from a motherfuckin' scrub
And hoes that I know
From way back befo'
They used to say no
All wanna go
woes they still independent
Pass it to Jovie my bro and he told me 'My Nigga lets get it'
Talkin that shit out your dome, this chrome gone aim at your
touch me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (huh?)
How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (yeah)
Who you know get
know that I was talkin to you
I'm buoyed by bullshit baby
Better bein beat up than for you to come save me
When I'm feelin worthless useless toothless
I
ain't talkin' bout a Big Mac
Move, bitch back
Drinkin' Henny bitch I'm big smacked (Ugh)
Only fuck with them big packs
Doin' drugs til' I relapse (Yeah)
me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
gangster niggas talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dawg, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he
gon shine on these bitches
Roll a raw paper naa, I ain't lightin no swishers
Gimmie cash yeah, then gimmie some more
Me and Wiz put our weed in a store
Ayo I'm goin' places, Dior home lacin' on occasions
And Lord gave me amazing thinking in short paces
Lay solo, forever flashy though I hate photos
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
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