Can I live? Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashing Probably cause I never could, said if I had it, never would Then I got my first little taste of paper And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge This is The Boondocks I swear yo I’m like

Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick Niggas salty and they hatin' 'cause Lil Purpp is young and rich And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke Woods, not no Zigs

On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone We're only at home when we're on the run He's got a road map of Jupiter A radar fix on the stars All along the highway She's got a

And it's not that I'm evil Before you were born, I was already sinning I can't even be your friend It's not because the light here is brighter I just don't like to pretend Your mama's got nothing on me Your daddy's got nothing on me And the world that

Wind it up! Equal rights and justice in this time. We go around. We go around.

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

We don't fight fair Don't pretend you ever forgot about me With smiles on our faces We're dropped and well concealed In secret places (We don't fight fair) We do it in the dark Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion

We’re going nowhere How can I love you boy if you’re going nowhere Leave, you are not the boy you said you’d be I’m tired of asking myself why Time for me to move on And it’s so hard for me to breathe Bye, don’t have the strength to see you cry Sick of

As we walk down the country lanes, Hear the wind within the trees, Telling mother nature 'bout you and me Ah caught you smiling at me, That's the way it should be, Like a leaf is to a tree, so fine Ah all the good times we had, I sang love songs so glad

There I go fallin' to me knees right now Tryna get it back on my feet right now Choppin' up the weight I don't need Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now Ay, what'chu mean? An ounce, a quarter, a P I would sell you faith but you niggas don't