Lyrics:
it's nine thirty
Off to bed, straight to sleep as I leave this land of hope and glory
But only for a few seconds am I in ecstasy
Before the bell rings
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
and let it fall to its complete length
The James Dillingham Youngs were very proud of two things which they owned
One thing was Jim's gold watch
It had once
to throw thirty racks on a new stack of some clips
Got me a Mac with a choppa an I'm blasting that shit
If a nigga wanna problem, you will find him in
You are now tuned in to Bexar County Club radio Two One O
Stupid ass
Hold up bitch, hold up bitch (aye)
Hold up bitch (aye), hold up bitch (aye)
Five seconds counting down
Is it the end of my life
I hope I don't
I hope I do
I love you
You hate me
I wake up in a bad mood
Depressed an a mess
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
to hate
But hate to love
That don't make sense
Most of y'all not built for this
I can tell by the look in your eye
Why despise
That's only going lead
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
another thirty seconds
And I bet that get em
Death to competition
A nice suit
I bet thatta fit em
Things might get a little different
Here it is hoe
So
verses
Young niggas snatchin them purses, leave you on the back of one of them churches
Aye Uh, I'm in a Lac on them thirties
(Thirties)
Killas in the back
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
Waiting for my death
Tick-tock, tick-tock
How much time you have left
Now you've got four minutes,
Thirty seconds less
I can hold my breath for a minute or so
Five days without food is as long as i'll go
I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights
I once
the fake people that hate me (Fake)
They're calling Jack crazy, but it's all an act like I'm Pat Swayze
And the fact is, I'm getting cash lately (Cash)
I fucking hate me, fucking hate me
So give me two more shots and all the weed you've got
In thirty minutes time I'm in the right state of mind
I'm a real nigga first and I'm a rapper second
And I get real nigga perks when I walk in the section
You ain even gotta like it but you gone respect
a couple minutes of your time
For me it's nearly every single second of my life
I don't know what I'm expecting
Getting on this train to ride away
But I need a quick decision, and I need it today
And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in thirty days
Now have
And don't you think it's strange,
that I call you by a different name,
whisper to me, oh
Never let it snap,
two for my seconds
Never let it snap,
Gimme thirty more minutes and I'll see you soon
Take a look in the rearview
Doesn't matter what it is, what did you do?
Take it slow, tryna come through
the message to the fucker at bout five thirty
Now if the bitch ain't got my dice for me then I'm sorry
But I'ma leave everyone who outside bloody
And then I
playground
I wake up in Texas, go to sleep in Cali
In a brand new Benz, buyin' weed in the alley
Thirty minutes later, like a true player
I'm in
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