Lyrics:
I need a chop for my BDAY
Slap a drum in the chop thats my main bae
See me with my main bitch now its mayday
Choppa best i ever had this is not drake
Three years gone by and still everyone screws up our name
No matter what you do still some things never change
Seen a lot of the world, met a lot
Just a rainy day here in my usual place
Where no one hears me
Been pulled off course again down by the water
So I can feel free
Feel so alive,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Sometimes a day goes by
One whole entire day
When I don't think of her
Twenty-four hours pass
I look around and find
That I haven't thought
a foreign car
Now she says she wanna be my star
I'm a hood nigga I can't fall
That's why I keep the 40 by my drawers
I just poured a Drizzy Drake, I just
Feeling all the bumpers
Always playing clean.
He plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!
realize
She won't be hypnotized by your usual charm
You've got your plan of attack
That won't attract the modern woman
Whe you're an old fashioned man
In a corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And a goodly crowed was there
On my left stood Joe McKenney
His eyes blood shot and red
He
niggas believe
So I pray you listen carefully
Then I become another muthafuckin' casualty
Always speak and say right
I just never ever walk on by
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Play by play
Step by step
Day by day
I'm on the mf come up
Bitch better get
street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta
they go from house to house
You don't have to pay the usual admission
If you're a cook, waiter or a good musician
So if you happen to be just passin' by
This for my man yo, word up
"I got a 187 on the corner of Farmers boulevard in Linden."
"Uh, drug related?"
"The usual."
I don't mean this in
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