Lyrics:
like it's Fashion Week
Does that sound drastic?
She got a attitude and she's so sarcastic
So hung up on you, I just can't look past it
Tripping
THE SACRIFICE IS HURTIN YOU AND ME I HEAR YOUR VOICE ON THE LINE AND IT JUST SOUNDS SO SWEET, I FEEL LIKE CRYIN CHORUS: I MISS MY HOME
Silent you wont make a sound
In the deep end gon drown
Tryna play me like a clown
Making money by the pound
Me and my niggas don’t mess around
Shoot yuh
don't know what that be
Bitch you on game now
No Playstation they all sold out
You gon' learn the game
But I win it by miles
Jocks used to bully
Why they
mob shit, this that fuckin' player shit
This that shake a bottle up and bust the top and spray the shit
Bitches gettin' dugout like where all
young age
Mom and dad worked hard for that five dollars an hour minimum wage
They treated our folks like they were slaves
But they did whatever they
think?
Like we are only seventeen
But what is it that we have seen?
A creature, made of steel
Four hands, reaching for me
I don't understand why it's heavy
To lose my best friend,
My girlfriend
And my sanity too
My dude, got hit by some dude
That went to a different school
Around the same time that my girl
I think it's time for me to go
All my favors are dead and gone
I'm just so tired of doing right, and by the end of the night it feels like I'm
of the family picture while the kids grow up.
MEMORcBLE LINES: “This is what it sounds like, when you hear a cry in the ghetto. Daddy where are you, Daddy talk
Hoe I got options pray that it's never too late
I'ma just pop them hope they don't keep me awake
Hoe I'm a problem I thought you would know by now
around you, my dear
Your heart beats just like I thought it would
But I'm just as bothered by the way you sound
Calling out my name, my name
Your soul
Askin' me questions like, what do I believe in?
You, everyone used to say 'til the church lets out
That goes for you too
Everything ain't perfect but I
Cold city like the eyes in the subway station
It's ten stories to my desk in the smoggy sky
But after five, I'm headed home to heaven
To an easy
Okay, yeah, yo yo
Son I walk down the block like it's '76
Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks
And my chain's like 80 pounds of frozen ice
I
have to sing
You got none of the work and all of the fun
Like a low cal donut or a fat free bun
By the way, that's reminds me, how about a snack
Just
put that on the old home (on the old home)
I compare this shit with no arms (no arms)
Stay ballin' out dope like Odom (Odom)
Menace to society like
but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
When I'd start to play folks used to say
"Sounds a little Goofus to me"
but I play anything by ear
I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear
When I'd start to play folks used to say
"Sounds a little Goofus to me"
packs
They be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box
Ratatatata that's the sound of the gat
They be flying through the air like vampire bat
fooled
Before you get to plea for freedom
You've agreed to being ruled
If the body stays a shackle
Then the mind remains a chain
And that will link
Bitch you better step back! (I'm the king)
When it comes to grippin mics like that!
(I'm the king) bitch you better go home!
Crunk kids in the club
to you
Same things that you hear everyday like
"Hey ma, hey boo, baby what's your name"
Please pull up a seat, I'm so glad you came
My mother call
the ghetto way
Studio session is by the way
Upcoming that's what they call us that day
So fun wan je won gbo je won gbo
Je won mo je won gbo je won mo
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