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9 жыл бұрын

Thomas Hughes memes

man...

[Verse 1] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce And wish, you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, 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 for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man [Verse 2] I had the master plan, I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects They call him Two-TECs, he tote two TECs And when he start to bust, he like to ask, "Who's next?" I got my honey on the Amtrak with the crack In the crack of her ass, two pounds of hash in the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be lieutenant, bitch got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin', black Sittin' back, countin' double digit thousand stacks Had to re-up, see what's up with my peeps Toyota deal-athon had it cheap on the Jeep's See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead, with six to the head Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter Heard TEC got murdered in a town I never heard of By some bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners And my bitch, swear to God she won't snitch I told her when she hit the bricks, I'll make the hooker rich Conspiracy, she'll be home in three Until then I looks out for the whole family A true G, that's me, blowin' like a bubble In the everyday struggle

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