Lyrics:
rides to the barn
Squash and tomatoes growing in the back yard
The work round here well ain't never done
But who can call it work when you're having fun
a buck 50
Mob niggas, and thug niggas, and money getters who I run wit
We sauced up in that 404 we street smart on that dumb shit
Oh yeah we bout that
use you
I'm sick of these fake politicians like whose who
They on TV playing games likes it's Blue's Clues
Thinking we believe you
man yall are cuckoo
just to get me some dividend
Screaming fuck all of these niggas, cause these niggas, they be switchin
When I ride out by myself, you know I'm ridin'
Yo
I gotta story, about money, women, and power
and who truly has it
Her name, seems to slip my mind
but her face is stuck in my brain
Can
the ones who can’t
Cause their phones off and their rent is late
Or they locked away in that 10 by 8
So Keep your politics this ain’t for debate
I’m
do
Tryna do something
When we reach the end
Do we, do we jump in?
Stop, stop, stop, stop
When we do a car hop
Can you wait a sec
I think I see
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad
the cheese in the trap
Maybe I'm crazy for refusing the help
I'm still driven, I'm just driving myself
County roads and interstates, an inch for 50 miles
You
[Verse]
Yea... Yea... Ay yo
The things I've seen in life will make you choke by surprise
Like an aborted fetus in a jar that opened it's eyes
unconfirmed reports that Tokyo is under attack...
By a 50-foot man with a... white face?...
A chicken bucket on his head, uh... carrying an enormous guitar...
the great folks
50 shades
This is crazy, yeah
Ghost
This is swayze
It don't work earth, this is lazy
But this who pay me
I don't miss the 80's
Had the world
didn't care
That you were broke and got your threads
From musty shops run by pot-heads
Then in the club there'd be no ashtrays
Thud of bass vibrate
seven, eight, nine, then I'm gone
With a legacy like Jordan or Lebron, might
Retire after fifty, the greatest who ever spawned
Numbers, numbers, numbers,
the centre stage
Got it on a page
I told you I was coming to take this game
Frame by frame
Jigga man came
Saw him on the stage
I played and I played
April 24th, 2021
The day that my life weighed over three tons
I did a little work and got a little drunk
And by 10PM, I was way past done
Had a knife
Even if my words are true
One dripping faucet might be a prophet
Drip dripping down on you
Chorus
There will be a day of reckoning
There will be a day
cbout five years ago, I dropped my 1st album “Paper Chasing”
Inspired by Nicki Minaj, who I believe is the Queen of Hip Hop
Because of her, I knew I
thats bad for you
Money on mind I'm in pursuit
Jump in the booth with the truth stand n shoot
Fifty cal bullet chew thru ya crew
Not for nothing i ain't
pit, uh
Slam, just like, hey, these bitches goin' crazy
Cause of this paper, I'm razy, bitch
Call for Hootie Who finna slide where the hoes at
Sold two
Blood rush
Spilling out the cup
Running up the money at the door
Pack it up with a cigarette crutch
I think I want a little more
Cheap pay is okay
dropped some dick
Off to her
Take that bitch down the wrong path
I think I lured her
Ooh
I keep troubling my past
With ones who knew
Bro got the book
But he
to stay patient
Dead niggas what I'm facin'
We get drops on locations
I feel like a drummer with this 50 in my hand
Feel just like Obama, because I'm king
Ad Libs
Made in America
Nineteen fifty nine
Born down by the factories
Cross the Jersey City line
Raised on radio
Just a jukebox kid
I
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