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My scratch is smellin sour and it's stinkin
got a nigga seriously thinkin
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage
see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy
Is there a heaven for a street nigga?
Is there a heaven for a street nigga?
No it ain't my fault, we gotta eat nigga
Wonder where I'm going when I
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
thinkin' what else life has to give
Will I still be this free tomorrow
Will I still be at peace if I'm not alone
Tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
how you feel
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it, (say it), say it?
Won't, won't you tell me what, what's going on?
Why, why you waitin' on it
how you feel
So, baby, won't you (say it), say it, (say it), say it?
Won't, won't you tell me what, what's going on?
Why, why you waitin' on it
your time can clock
It doesn't matter eventhough you wanna kill it
Now everybody wanna feel me
But everybody wanna be the highest billing
If you know you
find me the shit won’t cease
They say they found another body
In the streets of BR
It’s the hardest way of living
The good die young
And the others go
me hard to come by, it's only a handful
Ain't no money in the world that make me give my mans up
I know how it feel to think everybody against you
a nigga get near me
I'm traumatized by the streets, that's why I'm poppin these pills
Baby, How you feel about me
She like HunnidK
I don't know , I really
'Cause everybody judge you, love to change the intent
Internet got no chill, nobody know how it feel to be an artist
Look, nigga this some marvelous shit
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
I can't find the words My mind is dead
It's better by you better than me
Guess you'll have to tell her how I tried
To speak up thoughts I've held
to feel your fire but now it's cold inside
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah
Tell me what it takes to let you go
Tell me
away.
I used to feel your fire but now it's cold inside.
And you're back on the street like you didn't miss a beat, yeah.
Tell me what it takes
me face
Then I nutted on her face
She want me to fuck it up
Then I fucked it up all night
She tryna kick it with me
Then I tell her take a hike
Had
me and business and I love em for that shit
This how I feel about the woman I loved
This how I feel about the woman I loved
This how I feel about
of no shit so i make my ends in silence shitten me
I ain't make it here to end up as no doctor
I ain't come to lose you niggas tell it like a author
then tell Fox to be scared of us
Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
Americas reflections of me
That's what a mirror does
It's not
What the government don't give you, gotta get it from the block
Feel like a Bad Boy, cause this shit don't stop
Streets so dirty, need a muthafuckin'
tense up, and feel a bit lost
But that's how you be different it sets you apart
When the moon and the stars approach up in the sky
It's like everything
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
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