Lyrics:
I got a lot questions
Like what I do wrong
Like where I went wrong
You told me that I did you wrong when I treated right
You told me that I'm hard
departed
I'm sick and tired of all the cappin' on your raps (sick and tired)
Why you lyin' to the people tell em facts (big fax)
Stop all that talkin'
face again
(Again boy)
And you know
I'm hopin' we can work this thing out
Every time that I'm alone
I'm thinkin' bout us and where we could be
That's how
the back to the front, rosa parkuh
But to tell you the truth, it makes no difference
As long as they know what they doin when it's time to get busy
We can
that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom
Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes
But I'm successful in spite of 'em
I
rappin, you wasn't even tappin
Now that I'm done, you pat me on the back
and say what's happenin, I love the rhymes you announce
Heavy D's in effect with
glistenin'
I stunt hard as I f*** cause I ain't gettin' a chance to live again
Focused is what you better get boy we on that better s***
All bosses no
clearly a lie
Releasing emotions I swear I cry every night
I would like to get to know if I could be
The kind of boy that you could be down for
Cause when I
Uh, what's happenin Mia baby?
It's your nigga Skull Duggery.
Me and you together, we bout to tell em about the set up and the trap.
Feel me.
gotta get to the green like the grass is
I can't see haters through Cartier glasses
I speak for the hood, not the masses
Straight from that place where
sacrilegious
You see I rap for spitters and clap back for niggas
'Til the moment that the mothership comes back to get us
Are you ready? Are you ready? Are
Whoo, all my ladies all around the world
Get fresh and new dress
To get your man it's the fuck 'em girl
It's Friday night, just got paid
So you
shit long gone
Tell me right, tell me right
I said cause you done
Yeah that shit no fun
We know we not same boat
But it's taken a ton
To get you across
Dragonfly Jones, that boy, I thought I told you silence
Hands or the tools make a nigga a get to smilin
Lincolnvillain, baby, I get turned on by the violence
featuring O'Dell Porsha
see Murder:
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what I'm sayin'?
So uh when that bus
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what I'm sayin'?
So uh, when that bus come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes
everything
I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer
I'm doin' all white everything
I gotta all white Harley jets even match my boat man
Get dem white boy
that money
Drivin' on the road, pickin' people up, takin' em' where they gotta go
You can't hate on that! You hatin' on my job? Ha ha
Aww I love this
what the condition is
It don't matter what your addiction is
Jesus Christ can free you and fill
You with love that's limitless
Boy if you don't quit
the grass choose the way you will react?
Stand up for yourself, don't be a pussy
Dodge em if I can, if I have to
If I cannot well you know that I still tell
"Free my lil' hittas," I hate that them feds got 'em
In the trenches with demons surrounded by dead bodies
I might cut off your finger right after I
comin in haaandy!
(Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?)
I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty!
If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping
Remind me, did you say you got molested?
Just tell him he's forgiven now I need that off my chest
We're family, even though we don't act like we're
cases, bought four charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must follow
If you don't then, slugs'a be in your body
Want my paper, get my shawty
Hustle
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