1999 Songtext

Pull up, [?] look like bowling ball
Doing me, give a fuck about y'all
[?]
Stab you in the back when I give you a hug
Every other day I'm awake til the sun break
Writing that shit got 'em jumping like pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
[?] how you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
These [?] hard bottoms can't tie themself
You can [?] by yourself, you don't need my help
Here's an alligator belt, you can hang yourself
[?] just gettin' started
And it's no time left, and it's no time left

Do crime all the time [?] and a pocket full of dime
[?] back in 1999
[?] but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time

[?] I can't play
[?] in just one day
[?]
Trying to pull in numbers like measuring tapes
[?] but I can't wait
[?] from Michigan plates
You can lose everything in a breeze in the wind
[?] the sun can't shine til the darkness in
[?] but a stick in a pot
He didn't tell me [?] missing the plot
Every tick on the clock [?] to the box
[?] give respect to the [?]
And I'm hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow
And I'm hit the lotto, [?] mark
Never too late, sun will come up tomorrow

Do crime all the time [?] and a pocket full of dime
[?] back in 1999
[?] but I'm still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Still weighing mine
Don't get smacked smacked, we on real nigga time