out what it means I must be out of my head It must be something I said So come on I'll waste my life You think I'm out of my head But I'm romantically
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out what it means I must be out of my head It must be something i said So come on i'll waste my life You think I'm out of my head But I'm romantically
cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my
just keep talking in the city at nights Now take off your shades and scroll down to number nine You're living on the guest list, up against the meat rack Head back, hand out
torturin' your Walkman Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk
Now we up out the door before the neighbors call po-po To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll In my sock, I rub daily 'cuz it's scratchin' my
miles away My neighbor loose it Po-po's pull me over at least 3 times a day for my music My over head $60,000 a month total What else? Conducting business on my
clip Flick, flick the cherry, don't ash on my sofa I'm on some new mobile home shit come on ova Keep heavy metal like a ton of boulders Check out my
again, doing it my own way I'm a grime MC and i won't change, Doing it again, doing it my own way and i might recycle the bar because my material is
a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out Things about you to tell about, mellow out I'm the one
' out, then maybe we can work it out Work it out, work it out, work it out, work it out now Maybe we can work it out Ooh girl your silhouette make me
you, that I ain't got a female Because I'm fresh out of jail, you prolly think that I just wanna bone Hit it quit it, then delete your number from my mobile
was evil I'd be rolling in bread Until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head But my mission is keepin' ambition I'm trying so hard even though my
strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named
, me against your eighty-three I'm a scout, face it so scrape me It's nothing you can do with my real niggas Not the ones I rest my head with, my son
