carrying bombs I can end it for niggas out here who's hard in the booth Any city I can hit the hood cause Scar is the truth I know so much about these
at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile s*** (Styles P) I don't know my n***a I ask myself the same s*** everyday How the f*** am I supposed to
over with I'll run a boxcutter 'cross your face I got niggaz here, I got niggaz there Ready to get down if I make the call I don't give a fuck if your
doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (what?) A-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (yeah!) I'm comin around the mountain high as lower
stop when i pull up And my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-up When i stop and i pull up ima be already full of Vodka I keep that in my cup a bay
I am, too I don't come home much anymore No, no, no, I don't come home much anymore, mama And mama, I know how disappointed you are And papa, I know
knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm askin' you the same question partna'. I am
flyer than the rest of em this where the haters is this why they hate us here this why i hate it here though love it, I made it here we all here, from
Exist. They Call Me Wonderful, So I Am Wonderful. So Much Who I Am, It's Part Of My Name, And With My Help, You Could Be The Same. At Long Long Last
Not accidentally, i cursed god's good name I am still mortified yet believed in a way That when my days are done We'll be in the same plane With winters mean brimstone i
a rainy day The wind will soon blow it all away, yeah So many times I'd planned To be much more than who I am And if I let you down I will follow you
here In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in here If the cops in here, I got my glock in here If the glock in here, you know it's gon' get +Hot in Here
I am better than smart Homie, I hustle with a strategy that has never been taught I could make a coke flip, I can make a hoe strip I can spray a whole
not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a dope fiend
form or fashion At the tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens Y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin' clearly? I just throw y'all little
's veins That I walk these dogs across this country, twice to stop the pain So, I'm handin' Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now, tell these
I know you wanted me to give up my life to be (Can I swallow this bottle whole?) Everything I am when you're the only thing that I can see (Can I swallow
[Waste man, waste man] Because I'm 27, and I'm living down in the basement [Waste man] I'm so complacent, so I will stay here They're banging on my door, but I