Lyrics:
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this muthafucking party out
Said, Doc what's the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
was "the man," though
Way before signing off on letters of intent, though
Looking at these plans and business models meeting ends, though
I came up with
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
of it
Preferring the passion before another budget
In love with a substance I know I couldn't trust it
But the only one judging the man that's right above
the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been watching
He was gone by the time that they clocked him
#merky, #skengman
What's the last one? yeah, #PROBLEM
They
that I Started
I hate to be bothered by naysayer talk
So I wade in the water, straight to the sharks
Don't hate on the art, it was made from the heart
an inch
Bitch flinch, I'll be on that ass quicker than nick
I done spent to much time earning my respect
My rights and lefts leaving you missing teeth like
(While I Was Away)
I was on my own (While I Was Away)
Sparkz pulling up in that Benzo made a Nigga wanna get to a bag quicker
I get turned off by a bad
the shoe fits then wear it
You know me I’ve gone past caring
Like did you forget who I was
Real talk you must have lost your bearings
Now I can’t call you
a Smith no Jorja
I turn 2H to Os like water
German whip with my bro like Warner
Take no time when u take that corner
I had to get back on drill
Cah they
a Smith no Jorja
I turn 2H to Os like water
German whip with my bro like Warner
Take no time when u take that corner
I had to get back on drill
Cah they
Gadsden, Alabama
Called to carry on
Who his mama was a fan of
Don't ask me no questions
And I won't tell you no lies
That's what she always told him
I got P-A-ID, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out nicks went
For 20s down South
Packed up my tools
tryna avoid
I got angels all around me still I'm hearing they voice (Damn)
Every path that you taking you took it by choice
Why you steady complaining,
poppin, this bitch blowing me up
I be burning this bread, who let the toaster get stuck?
Got the key to your heart, man who doper than us?
Got the hood
that be rappin'
And who the fuck that be slackin'
And they ain't ever gonna tell me
What I can or can't be
This shit be really simply
What my man Kelce
So they watching like panels
Just like Carl who was played by Edward Asner
Demons know I'm going up (know I'm going up)
Ever since middle school they
I ain't been one to make trouble with (don't)
Ireland product its doubling (I'm nice)
Your bitch is the shit and she all on my dick
But that's who you
black in this white man's world - and all I heard was
Who, knows what tomorrow brings
In this world, where everyone's blind
And where to go, no
licemares to Nick
I'm the next DJ Quik or even Doc Dre
Get people who rhyme like O'shea
Bring the f*cking Ren flow, then people be like no way
People say I
you ain't man enough
Now they bumping all my tracks on the regular
Not trynna brag but I'm not gon have it, stop the capping
I can't be the one who
that night her hot
Humpy performance of "Anaconda" was part of
A medley, and it was followed by a quick
Costume change that didn't quite reach
of that goes into reup
That's more dark and crack again
Charc and wax again (more grub)
You might see me with this thingy on man
So you know I'm taking
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