Lyrics:
now
A jail break, free the homies, they asking me how
I meditate
When the world we live in is crumbling around
Insignificant lives we live
In the grand
Herb in the mornin' for my breakfast
A pear from the tree for my lunch
One more toke before I exit
I plan to take the day how it come
Prisoners
What's in the water gotcha actin' like this
Ain't a day go by, that I don't try
To thank the Lord up above
And if you wonder why I'm lovin' life
Come
unless they catch you (Obie Trice)
We all die one day (go)
Niggas, when I step up in the bar (uh-huh), faggots wanna look (what?)
Like you
that green
We in a different league
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
Got so much money I
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
or
You come from Tower Hill
One blood, one blood, one blood
I was rollin', showin my age, unshaven
Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
I walk
or
You come from Tower Hill
One blood, one blood, one blood
I was rollin', showin my age, unshaven
Rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
I walk
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around
a pussy ass bitch
No entertaining, Don Julio
I'm spreading FL like flames (Flames!)
And I ain't talking no studio
You either Live by Night, or die
putting the green over the grey
I get it rollin' by doing shit every day
I get it goin' without the stick and the fame
I put my soul in, and commit to this
for the green?
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
Says the girl to the fiend (All around the world)
I
Shades on, you can't see what I see
You can't even be by me
Can't live up the street by me
She wanna get eaten by me
I told her she gon' see about me
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
Oh yeah
Come on
Woo
Huh
I had a friend was a big baseball player
Back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like
Everything you say, in and out one ear
You know we love you, but it has to be said
You get your shit from Kempa, when you slide him some bread
Jack Regione
in the 'burbs
Sacrifice a couple years he can have all the money when I'm gone
What a fool I was
I missed his graduation, I missed her wedding day
weeks
Can't you see
I'm trying to eat
Live and die by these beats
And these freaks
They got no mental
Mind body the temple is nice
Run your finger down
catch, had talks, and went fishin'
But had no one there to listen
Now I feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time comes
For my
engine
You know them lil 300s them bitches too slow
And we know know when I hit the block I look like chino
That ass fat come here lil bitch come be my
believe, you believe
Long Daddy Green chops you down to size
With slow hellos and fast goodbyes
He comes around
When you feel about ten feet tall
To make
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
I'm fixin' up a 60 pack, wit a kitty cat
Mice run around the damn sticky trap
Come on home wit me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it
When the sun go down, mask up like Jason
First come, first serve, first serve made eighty
I don't trust these niggas 'cause they pig like bacon
Nah, I
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