With a life like mine who needs nightmares
Fuck it all do I look like I care
Wasted days and nights tryin’ chase a dream
And laid out cream on the bar scene like I’m paid
Playin’ blues tunes ol’ school juke box
One Corona on soda two shoots of Scotch
I’m get my groove back yall watch
Boss mighta feel off bit naw never lost my touch
Times tough at this point Just is in a rush
Not much time brush off keep pushin’
Had my heart crushed enough
Can’t break my soul
Stuck on roll mode no I won’t accept no
Grow with a experience
I seen weirder shit
Said I’d be famous
Shit I was serious
Eddie Murphy delerious red leather seats
With the ring over the glove cusin you gotta love us

Sargent Slaughter amor starter kits
Yall started it
Martini gonna finish it
Nothin’ to my name fam I’m vamished
Bad moode havin’ wonder why I’m rammin’
To my face like J you still rappin’
Behind my back like man he’s wack with it
Weed wackin’ bastards thinkin’ back to it
Even back then them fuckas been knew it
He gonna get on one way or another
How the fuck you gonna feel when my grill on the cover
Hear me on the woofers and ya bitches all love us
Wovey dove talk hit em’ off with wubbas
Stop sleepin’ glass jaw why you dick eatin’
Even when I had no cream we was beefin’
Thinkin’ and cheifin’ layin’ low for the weekend
Three-sixty vision can’t catch an Abe Lincoln
Eighty-eight Lincolns with ground effects
I’m freshly signed fucka mic check
Known for catchin’ reck and actin’ a mess
Getting’ kicked out the club cause the way I dressed
Cables on my neck
Security sweatin’ me
Don’t disturb me them birds was pettin’ me
Pedigree yall dead to me til’ the end of me
Heat of the moment
That bull a cool breeze

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