Lyrics:
swear this daily shit
Gotta sober up mind wanna live luxurious
This the only thing I know, working till the sun goes down
Went and seen all of the signs,
I feel my insecurities acting up (acting up)
So I need a girl to back it up (back it up)
Drop it down low bring it up slow hit it one time then I make
call me hippie 'cause I live without any concern
Up on this green earth, I'm on them green herbs
Yeah yeah, yeah, I stay in them trees like
There's only one way of life
And that's your own
My father when I was younger
Took me up on to the hill
That looked down on the city smog
down low so you can taste it
Yeah Yeah
Big clouds
Loud sounds
12 Rounds
All I smoke is thrax
I roll that shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
Need a house in the hills
Or a house by the lake
Man I'm waiting for dinner that's liquor and steak
Man I'm writing these lyrics I'm flicking the page
to the curb,
Tryin' to get this mill,
Deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
An my folks,
Be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
They way I post in
this way
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down.
I was hungry and freezin', done
balling ain't no question
And I want you to know you
Fucking with a real nigga
Pull up molly to her mansion
In the hills nigga
See I just count my cake
ahead and put your Twizzy money down
We already know you not paid (It's cap)
Yeah, silent day by day
These racks is way too great (yeah)
Thinking this
of my disgust
My eyes are open wide
A new land of make believe this next week will provide
Over the hill and down we go
Oh oh oh
Up 'til now we went too
coke ain't got a presence
Uh
Like where am i supposed to go
Ive been walking down on this lonely road
I been tryna find my way
Way back home high in
said no, how dare you live up so high in the mountains
I got chased by a hundred snakes this morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night
"Yeah this is for everbody in Miami"
"Put them 305's up"
"It's about to get ugly!"
"Que Vuelta"
Welcome to Miami where they Hustle hey
And they ride duce
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be
a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to this
Mcs be running scared as if they're watching
I don't want to go back there...
Shut the fuck up!
This is why Jesus made you!
Stay the fuck down!
Boy! Are you Cain or Abel?
Shut the fuck up!
I'm
Your'e use to a lit up skyline
Bet you ain't never seen the stars or a moonshine
With the tailgate dropped
With a blanket down in the bed
a gun, I'll put it in your palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms
Fuck your love songs
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do
way,
I'll take you up, show you all this land."?
Get lost, make a bonfire.
Take as many logging roads as we desire.
Got a hill full of history, so cancel
exist,
And office foley cuffs, was after my wrists,
Was not Beverly hills where we chilled,
Imagine this, the nas n rith,
Had to get from rags to rich,
can face down
With her ass up
Bad thick big butt
I can freestyle if she toot that ass up
Dive in it before I lie in it
Man all I do is work see I put my
I've been a puppet pauper poet and a pirate and a king (I been)
I've been up and down over out, and I know one thing (I know)
Shoulder troubles that
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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