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Ryan Carter
Ryan Carter
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Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
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Khalil Wilson
Khalil Wilson
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Leslie Pridgen
Leslie Pridgen
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Richard Islam Crawford
Richard Islam Crawford
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Aaron Gamble
Aaron Gamble
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Lyrics

Look, blood is pressed It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed Straight up! I'm sitting eating hor d'oeuves. pressed On a vacay, need a break from my work 24 years since my birth On this planet called Earth Reppin my city that look like Hell, until I go back To Heaven, Hell, or a hole in the dirt, it's anybody's guess Whichever come first Stressin', I'm sweatin', I'm guessin' Look at my albums, that's sessions of insane expressions I beat my meat when I feel threatened I'm in the court like judge commit me, I got filthy obsessions Man this surely luck, wasn't destined I still got friends who been with me since Kenan & Kel We eating confetti, and then when we fight, I drop like a log Nick pulled a machete! whoa! Don't get that close to him jigga! Funny thing about talkin' about the three amigos Is that we make little fights bigger I'm pulling a weapon and squeezing the trigger They mad at me, this ain't no croissant man, coincidentally This is that late night Netflix after three Man this why my right-hand was mad at me Dick is in agony Man, my butthole's the tightest, my views are biased My albums are bogus, my life is in crisis My goals are misguided, the country's divided I think I just gotta, thank God that we got it, pressed I don't know what I'll do about it We look like we got shanked, and we all finished college We honest and modest, oh gosh! Systolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! Diastolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed It stays up blood is pressed, It stays up blood is pressed Look, I ain't gonna say that I'm wack or nothin' Cuz that implies on my dick or somethin' If I'm wacking somethin' its my cock you dummy You expect that, nothin' less or over, What! Where that blowjob that you offered, yo Not from you girl, where my vacuum go? I just sold it off on my eBay DANG! I'm always bout my business fam It is what it is, ask the fans to forgive You gotta come to Michigan and see how we live At 7-11 getting coffee and chips High blood pressure from eating this sodium-laced crap Ain't this a trick! Be quiet I'm grindin a ghost For someone with no story, I swear I can make up the most Stop worryin' about what happens next I am just worried the fans will praise me less I'm still not famous enough, I need a little more yes I am convinced I'm the only one left thats still rocking a compass man Systolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! Diastolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! They stay up I feel pressed, They stay up I feel pressed They stay up I feel pressed, They stay up I feel pressed B.B. King just died, my face it frowns An inspiration for me, I can't let him down My daily faux pas, go into account When you see me at Krogers or Walmart, don't hesitate, just point me out Now I'm talkin hardcore jive, in the airport line Yeah my crotch is leaking but you can't inspect it Million dollar bail, judge I object it! Intellegent, never been dyslexia I pay my phone bill and neglect it Asphyxiate myself with anesthetics At the bottom of the rap game, it's depressing Record after record, you take me off your playlist Cut my own brakes, must have a death wish At the gun range shooting, with depression Blasting holes in my CDs all together I blew em apart, to put em back together Systolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! Diastolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI! It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed It stays up blood is pressed, It stays up blood is pressed
Writer(s): Artis Arnail Calloway, Ryan E Carter, Sean Michael Leonard Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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