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Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top And run on sins, and front on friends If we don't win then pay your Tithes and mend your fins And we alright, the KO kins on big o' rims And LA hoes, if that ain't rolled up, I ain't go I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them No more ends and no more trends And photo tint and photo lens, notice this Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me Bowl of grease, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga Twisted with 'em, this the isms See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit And your if, it isn't, let's call some titties and scar your face The robe of wrongs has caught a case [?] niggas they mob like Cartise from far away All my niggas like "Calm down" Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney Get too tired to write and died in prison SongtexteFelt like Rob tonight, whose my god tonight? Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like I'm runnin' in circles Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I'll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now How many souls do you touch a day? How many hoes do you fuck a day? How many flows do your thought convey? How many know you can't walk away? Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow Open your window, at the debris and never let me in I kick back with kick though Maybe if I could live a hundred years that be real? Pay me if Imma be rhymin' these homonyms Crazy my others, yeah, wait 'til my momma knew My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him But now I got one, I'm ridin' shotgun With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun I bring your weekend to an end and pop one I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son Do you believe that Black man is our son? I made enough residuals to hide some I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some I told Zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty five Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini He and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized Might stay in the Trump tower for one week Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me I proceed my last check in proceeds To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs The word, to give the life we live as I get... ...so ahead of myself Feel like I'm runnin' in circles Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I'll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me like a sibling We ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen Grew with Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say They say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap But now let's talk 'bout me, me, me, me, me Lately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep Faithful as your EBT, closer than you momma can Anger when you rang up, I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my CD now Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that [?] pound? Please be down, I been more than late... Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself Feel like I'm runnin' in circles Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my belt I need smoke just to exhale Oh and I get so ahead of myself But I'll make it out somehow So roll another, roll another one And put it all in the air now All in the air now I called to tell you the story of...when a few years, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said uh...he listened to it for about a week, came back to me said uh...dang boy, why...they talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house...he...he talkin' 'bout you? Aus Songtexte Mania