Lyrics:
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These eyes are getting low
Make them drop like my windows
Down to the flow
Light it up on site, Mary Jane here we go
Turn down bunk, wisdom from
khaki suit"
Well, one day, up the Avenue
There was a man, surrounded by the Dogg Pound crew
He said ah, "Hear ye! Hear ye! Come one, come all!
waste it
Sometimes I feel I should write more
I don't even know what I'm fighting for
Surrounded by all these fake peers
Even though our bond had take
It's 2017 Kel just got done killing (he ain't talking)
It's the little job he pulled that's gon get him took in
He brushed it all off he pulls up
From the gutta to tha church screaming out yes Lord
They don't like how he was sinning then turn to a church boy
It's the blood G.O.D jesus christ
Let's go off the dome
I can't make it home
I fucked her, I boned her
She leave an aroma
They calling my phone up
My girl like "What's going on?"
Eyes blood shot red
I’m still hearing voices in my head
Telling me to give it up
But I am ignoring them instead
I’m pacing back-and-forth by the bed
happening I believe
It's almost upon us now
I won't turn around
Somethings creeping up
I don't hear that sound
Somethin's creeping up
Just pretend you
can't stop
Flexin' on these hoes, rockin' all this gold, turn up at the shows
Man, I can't stop
Flexin' on these hoes, she ask me if I'm down for
really need to fuck it up
Take 'er to the pasture, maybe there I'll show her somethin
Just a perty country bumpkin
Ain't by luck I got her buckin
Like
to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops,
fucka wanna basket
Getting paid by you niggas from the nigga Dub' C
The quicker to sticker, sucka nigga killa, bust it
Yo Coolio, what's up with
ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so why'all hit the fallout shelter
and my physical
New wave. I done got delivered out the kiddy pool
“Sheesh!” I’m popping like grease
Holy Ghost fire we turn up the heat
We can turn up
In the black bucket hearse with the rusty grill a chrome
Pickin' up the homies, we get em one by one
If you ain't psychopathic ryda boy you cannot
Bow to your master
While you throw away your life.
Your so caught up in the blindness
By the 666's in your eyes.
cdamant to follow
cll the status
being exposed
It took some time
We were doing the most
Busy fucking and ignoring what's wrong
That we may not be compatible
Covered up by lust that was so
in a love at first sight?)
I'm certain it happens all the time, yeah
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell you but it sure
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
('Cause I've been, 'cause I've been)
Whenever you would get up in your feelings, I would always listen
Now you turn around and leave (turn around
Jaydaraw then got me right
Then turn that nine back to a forty put that bitch inside his life
Joce my nigga I'm still stepping
Ran it up nigga ain't check me
Tek Flight
More time.. Back out the ting like Skywalker I dont Skylark
(Back it out) ..heh
Babymum doin up
On the verge of switching
Why do me like
been closed inside won't let no one in
I'm gone with the tide when it's coming in
I won't let them get me by surprise this gun up on my hip
Anxiety it
the ounce, we smoke it by the pound
We be going up, your bitch going down
Hot boxing the booth got bitches passing out
We be going up, your bitch going down
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