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So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, "Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm"
I'm like, "Why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns"
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord
Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscaping, or window draping
This old lady told me
If I ain't got nothin' good, say nothing
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, these ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas ride to me
Woman be up in they tub
Exfoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin' go 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' mois
A 100 miles in
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Summon
Woman
Cummin'
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done in
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her to
I said, "Call me when y'all break up
I don't fuck nobody bitch
And never own a Jacob, know what time it is"
Nigga just tryin' to live
Like a nigga supposed to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n