Lyrics:
exhausted this the hang over
This the hang over
Brain sober still feeling like a hang over
To what I thought I knew
Bid adieu
To pursue
A new view
To what I
played pistols
Sparklin' like crystals, launchin' missiles
Domes get blown like whistles
Ain't no jokin', niggas will leave you and your Momma soakin'
old yet my brain grow
Cocaine white Range Rov'
Tats on my body like an art exhibit
I did real good for a project nigga
Was once a Bacardi sipper,
picking your favourite shirt and then you're off the ground
But when Pretty boy Floyd says it's okay for you
Oh that juvenile crime's the only thing you
CMR bitch. G Code nigga G code nigga G code nigga
Juvenile:
I ain't no pussy ass nigga (ya understand)
I'm a rapper but I'm still
For love sake
I take, the minimal pain
Damage is strange, huh
Damage puts a block in your brain
Damage is pain
No more walking memory lanes
But shhheesh
trollin me
Sometimes I think I'm delusional
Unsuitable, thinkin' problems pharmaceutical
Shit never be the usual
Feel like my brain's unusable
When I'm
keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview
I cant help but ask "What?s gotten into dude?"
Media training, but he don?t know how that go
It
chaser, I strive design sick
Everything must go
Yeah like it or not
The fate of the juke is in this spot
Make some faces on your block
Well all
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
here's your fucking placement
For being a dumbass juvenile
Think I'll be here for a while
But I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna say
I just wanna run
you tell me what I'm doing wrong
Been through it all since we were juvenile
Come out the other end, good friends, feeling strong
Your advice has really
You got'sa, love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what
on me
Live of life of fucking devastated trauma
Like the next election after pres. Obama
N**** flex to your crib
Cause we spraying all that shit
You gon
this here
First Verse [Juvenile]:
You can call me the Baby Don of the 'jects
You can call me what you what, but you call me collect,
You can call me
transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with
and cross your hands for me
Fanbase-killer, blame your loss of fans on me
I triple what you Cs like Ross' man homie
Niggas get to New York with losses,
starting to look like something to eat
I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You want to see her again?
Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM"
I have dreams
girl, all the time
These words I repeat, they're all mine
I'll listen to you, what's on your mind
I don't know what to call mine
But I know I want you,
First Verse [B.G.]
Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't
It's true, I'm a Rubik's a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
Christmas time in the city I always bless my committee
Paper bag what's in it? A Ruger, doja, or pendants?
I'm beloved by every soul in my set
from those who dear to your heart
I've suffered much as a juvenile amongst my closest of peers
Yet still rose shining like a chandelier
They never
prostitute she, but the mayor of your brain
Pussy control
(Are you ready?)
Ah, pussy control, oh
Ah, pussy control, oh
Our story begins in a schoolyard
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