Lyrics:
head and I stress
I think she like me now but something got me bugging
End up back at yard and then we start to fuckin
Easy on that cognac and the vino.
Yards, why'd they take this thing so far
They get to run around all day, and I've been working so damn hard
And I'm staring at a horse, just staring
on
And a lot are doing the hussle
And a lot are doing the line dance
And it's more than just a thing guys do
It's not life from Mars when it is
When everyone
to ignore
So you wait and wait for the day they open the door
Friends that you know in a fenced in yard
VIP’s holding access cards
And you
down pavers
Packs on pavements
Ain't seen a line like this in ages
Bud and sniff how i'm paying my wages
Insta one like the way i dress
Ain't getting
200 pounds of rocks in my yard
Put way too many bands on my car
Gotta drive cuz everything's too far
Spending my money at places that are bizarre
Asking
money you Owe
Cuz seven eight nine a couple Rhymes ago
Everybody wanna get a couple lines To go
Every itty bitty kitty trying to find a Home
I mean it's
mind when I be deep inside
I write these rhymes so girl take time and read between the lines
I wanna fly you out, thats that coast to coast
Yeah thats
chill with bitches if they nigga always run his mouth
Better get in line niggas dyin erry summer now ...
Bronem clear the scene
Not rockin with niggas if
Turn it up loud, so I can't hear what my head say
Make change, make space, make way, new yard that I own, where I stay,
Made a path and I made
Nuh know bout nuh shots
But a grand fi a gram
Plan couple plots
Man deh pon a mission
Mansion from a block
Man did have the vision
Yard span couple
It's not the whole line just the few for the message
Bring the calvary to the stoop 'fore we shoot
And I'm not talking snoop but now you're glued
I was a tulip on a space ship, til I rung around the Rosay, sippin on Deleon, mistake me for Jose, white lines, no way, dancin with death, it’s
And put in process to death
I'm ready to vibe
Now once I get in your mind
I'm like an natural high
I'm top of the line, the best
They comin' so I'm ready
I waited while the line leads through the door
Over wooden floors, melody came flooding in
Our window was held open with the two-by-four
And I
If there were seventeen cars out in my back yard
The boys in blue were callin' my name
Semi-automatics up on the rooftop
They just wanted to talk
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging
on collisions in these rap competitions
My crew catch records turns their frames into scrape metal
Off to the junk yard
Cuz ain't nobodies on my rap level you
the bone yard, smokin' in the boys room
Spoken in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum
The war ship I dock is the property of His Worship,
It's
lines in time
You find one musical mastermind
And that's you, and only you
Knowin just what it takes
That makes you ease up on the breaks
Of life, roll if
The houses all go racing by
And I'm in someone's yard and
The rivers and lakes
Have rivers of roads to find our country
And birds in their eggs, and men
Wake up to a new life, a yard with a fence
And take a good look in the mirror, we spared no expense
White teeth, no circles under your eyes
Neva let the dough slack
Grind always on my mind
Yeah i got the road map
Ima find it everytime
You hanging on every line
Can I get a glass of wine
You
I don't wanna move on
But I don't wanna stay here
And if my life is a line
All I see are the angles
And there's a fence around my yard
Don't wanna
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