Lyrics:
feeling the pain
This just some s**t that you can't picture, Angelo couldn't paint
Still getting tempted by the few can drive a nig'a insane
They not your
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
on my throne but I still take a stand
I don't need no help with my music, but I'd still make a band
I do this rap shit for amusement, like playing in
Oh, I'm Impatiently waiting for this day to end
Oh, I can't wait for this suffering to end.
Oh, I think.
8 pm that night we called
She told
this
I'm just tryna eat this damn sandwich and get through my day
4 PM in the bed, hooray
Ya made it through seven classes that you love to hate
I don't
think they need some Prozac
We the hottest thang in the market and you know that
Yo b**ch chose us, and she don't wanna go back
We stackin big faces
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
shit
Oh, what a job this is
Yeah, this life we live, what a job this is, real spit man
A lot of folks want to walk in these shoes but
They just
when you loving it wrong?
We the people are becoming reborn
Cannot understand it
I still believe that there's a place in this world
For people just
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
Word to arsonist, I burn all this
I stood in front of all three dragons and heard "Dracarys"
And now we're jumpin' out G-Wagons and murkin' parties
the woman
Is that why you hate?
Cause i'm going up
Just me and the homie not giving a fuck
We still gonna ride
Together, we run
And we gonna vibe
We do this
the player way
She half naked still in bed on the cal king
I'm by the window now puffing on a roachy
I walk out Nike tech and some flip flops
Scope the scene
Maybe in a cell or in the streets hustling
This that basement rap, you know that shit that makes you feel like even you can rap
9PM my momma worried bout
Ay
We on some new classic shit, yadigg
Yessuh
Ay
I wrote this 5 days after droppin' Child of the Bling Era
Got folk goin' crazy off Yessuh
25 lighters
Texts from niggas, you steady deleting
Take all my love back, we still won't be even
Even the drugs won't ease up stress
Suckin' in the street this shit
Downtown
And I Still I Rush To Pick Her Up From Work And Fizzench
She Tellin Everyone Imma Hold Here Down
Tell Everyone I'm The Prince Up In This Cold Clear
night was such a blur.
My therapist is a b**ch.
A plastic couch and a coat of fur.
Gaudy lipstick and eyeshadow.
We're so, so slow and steady now.
Why,
We gon start it off like this
Zero to hero
Zero to hero
Yo' nights look like s**t
My nights look like this
Fly by night off zips
Still on my
a clever thing to do
We must strive on for what we know is right
We know all too well there's no end in sight
But human nature is still on our side
n***** so heartless
Ay Welcome to the party
Smoking Bob Marley
Still facin these charges
We gone Ball regardless
Hotter than the sun
Got 34 shots in
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