Lyrics:
direction, cause my mind’s gone
Insomnia strikes, then my mind roam
I’m just tryna get by til my time come
Put that heat on my side in case they try somethin
I don't feel so strong no more ,
We could've have had it all and more,
We don't get along no more.
Im trippin on sumn
I'm hanging by
I'mma stay real, Imma stay high
I'mma stay ready, Imma stay, another mistake
Count til my thumbs hurt, smoke til my lungs hurt
What another man say, I'm
Been around, seen some things
Had a mask, til it passed
In a palace, like I'm Alice
What I needed was a atlas
At least, I found a balance I keep
Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate
Make no mistake, this shit as real as Joe, we follow the killer's code
When we come for you, tell me where will
to me
Gon' do a lil dip
Come up real slow, do that thing wit ya hip
Neighbors so far they aint even gon trip
(They ain't even gon trip)
Backwood in ya
since I started rappin' I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound
Some
to walk right outta my life
Leavin' me all by myself, all alone, to cry every night
(Babe, babe, babe, babe, oh)
Oh, I want you to come back home, yeah
brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard
to show us what you do in your kitchen
Wanna get the 24/7 full-on limelight
By giving up your private life
If you need a little love, my friend
Come
thinkin' on high-minded things
Whee! I was always one t'be free
Ain't never had a keeper why don't people
Learn t'git along t'gether stead o'
Meddlin'
with the heat man
And we steppin' on a nigga feet man
80 pair of sneakers came from the D game
Cousin was a Crip, said it was a C thing
Brown bag
you get what you give, let it go and make this day
Be the real thing, be all the best, and it'll set you free
Effort yields fruition, but not overnight
get it right
Just the Birdman, you know
Kacy the OG
I see all y'all, man
Big G, Stone, Micky, Pooh
I mean, it's just a real thing around here
You
la
Come on show me your motion
Tra la la la la la show me your motion
Tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum plum plum
Brown girl in
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
get it right
Just the Birdman, you know
Kacy the OG
I see all y'all, man
Big G, Stone, Micky, Pooh
I mean, it's just a real thing around here
You
The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
"Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!"
Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
You are now listening to bar code
Curated by Darth Bills featuring artists from across the world!
Never been a fake chain flexer
She don't call me
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
Geah whassup?
To all my street niggas, project niggas
Real niggas, worldwide
Let's reflect, everybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine geah
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