Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

I will fly into outer space I will die, to love another day I float away, but you're my gravity We rise again, and lose our gravity We rise again, and loose our gravity I was there on the day truth died Blood on my hands throw 'em up in the sky I was the

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

The way they do my life Make me wanna holler Dah, dah, dah Oh, make me wanna holler And throw up both my hands Dah, dah, dah, dah Rockets, moon shots Spend it on the have nots Money, we make it

All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

Learn to let go, oh-oh Good at goodbyes but bad at hello Throw my hands up, learn to let go Learn to let go Is it over? Is it over yet? Everything keeps pounding in my head Can't free my soul 'til I I'm losing control, say it ain't so Throw my hands up,

Lose yourself and the ones you love Throwing stones at the bones. setting fire to homes Throwing stones at the bones, don't end up alone Terrified, at the thought of losing myself again years of doubt and hate have led me to flee to your gaze I'm

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

(Straight up, straight up) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the