Texty

Fuck a penny for your thoughts nigga anyhow I just called my nigga Rahim brought the Henny out Got them things in the Kool-Aid in this mo'fucker Like a gang of Gorillas in this mo'fucker That's a closed book When she with me got your bitch open And she gon' give more when she with me got your bitch smoking Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert That's a closed book When she with me got your bitch open And she gon' give more when she with me got your bitch smoking Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert No tats but my passport got plenty I board flights and I ask do you got Henny And she say, Courvoisier I say fuck it I would like plenty How many of these nights do I got in me Couldn't really tell blind everyday same time Picture every face drawn on got on a for sale sign Me I gotta stay sharp, can't afford a stale mind See, I'm bout my bread motherfucker and I can't afford a stale mind My city grimy that Rollie shiny, well you can't afford to tell time And they gotta take squats on the jail time 'Cause nobody got guap for the bail bonds And they had to get street 'cause college ain't cheap And mamma gon' eat, if we gotta pop heat so be it Puttin' in work so be it And that shit work you see it Put your latest work in a hearse and I send it to the dirt Little nigga that's where your CD is, CC em Oh, put 'em on alert, me I make art 'cause it's from the heart Love me til I'm gone when I die you gonna have to hear the fuckin' museum to see it, Bas That's a closed book When she with me got your bitch open And she gon' give more when she with me got your bitch smoking Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Yeah, you know the models on the coupe But you don't even know what's in your food Nigga Google it, be alert, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Put your young ass in debt Now they got hands on your handsome check You in check nigga, be alert Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Cheap cash in VD's and passing 'em off like TD's and you knee-deep Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert Yeah, whole country at war You ain't even know what for 'cause we only want more Be alert, be alert, Be alert, be alert, be alert (Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert) (Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert) (Be alert, be alert, be alert, be alert)
Writer(s): Abbas Hamad, Ronald Gilmore, Oussama Ali Gabir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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