Lyrics
MONK
Past pain I left em in the wind
Neva again
Will ever fucka without seein her friends
Take a couple L's make a W,
Sometime God gotta humble you
Pass out my 1's I'm in a lovely mood
Ya favorite rappers chains in my stool
Ya niggas went to sleep bitches had a dream & woke up cool
It ain't in ya jeans
It's in ya jeans
I could poke ya Queen in Lee's
But that ain't my speed
Burnt all his pape on trees
I watch em fall like the leaves
Yea its a plain white tee
But it cost me like 3
She wanna be on the team
But can she handle the fee
She wanna eat gotta damage her feet
Watch me usher slide dance on the beat
Coast to the instrumental
Sorry baby I can be sentimental when the rent due
Bandana rhudes foo
Papas got some new shoes
Woke up to a coin
I ain't even gotta loose tooth
I know me nigga but who you
Better get in tune before time due
I only know Gods truth
Im the proof
Uh
I'm the proof n*gga
I'm the proof n*gga
Tonight is the night
Moon lookin bright
Mood lookin right
Tool to my right
If it's outta mind then it's outta site, uh
Ya ballin on a lil tike
I got different heights
RAF made the sites
Whole lotta RED
Bitch ride dick like my legs came wit pegs
We ain't ping pongin Bitch I said what I said
Im bred from the turf
If I do the dirt
Rather die in the feds, then tell on my friends
TRILL SHIT
TRILL SHIT
Past pain I left em in the, UH
I left em in the wind
MONK