Yeah, kane
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
My ambitions as a rider nigga
Survival off that powder nigga
Currently smoking that kill in the hills
Where you can't find a nigga
Crack cocaine, microwave
Dinner was on that timer of nigga
No sleep, bags under my eyes is designer nigga
Blinded and misguided nigga
Heavenly Father take the wheel
I'm on the inner state with some guerrilla weight
Shit can get me like two hundred years
Thug in the pen, I need forgiveness
I'm living like every decision a sin
I know my niggas don't want me to win
Jealousy, chopping off all of my friends
I ride with that white white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
VVS my pieces, 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked off on my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian yeah
Spent my last 200 thou' on a bird and a Mercedes Benz
My dogg used to pull up in a 99 GS 300 fresh up on the
Highway with the higher power how you wan' it?
First these hoes ain't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the death
If you live in the moment
I-I-I be kickin' shit like Solange in the elevator
The goal when you try to kick that dope
Stuck on the respirator
Got symptoms of withdrawal from the fall when I used to ball
I show you how in one summer one nigga could lose it all
But now we gotta feel thisvate creep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way shit
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
Now don't you really hate when somebody be 2-wayin' you
And plus you knowin' for a fact that you ain't given them the number two
She just a groupie ass hole that's all up on your grind
Wastin' up characters puttin' shit like you was on my mind
I'm hitten back, back, look here lil' momma
You wasten yo' time and plus the scats out to fuckin'
House of don't be wasten mine and especially ones
With the pages that be unlimited that do you wrong
'Cause they deal gon' stay to say you did
They some 2-way freaks and they out the were
Hitchu up at like 4 in da mornin'
You be like goddamn or were you ridin'
Down the street side to side 'cause this hoe bout to wreck
I'm bout to throw this Motorola out the window
I'm gettin' tired of this bitch, what you want from me
Gave you to my dog, but you still keep beepin' shit outta me
All in front of yo man, claimin' you talkin' to yo girl
He don't know
'Cause you specialize in this
You's a 2-way hoe fo sho
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
They call me the juice, the no chicken lover
A gigglo at night, dats always in trouble
I cruise around the city, I'm rollin up the sticky
I'm ridin 22's and I love big titties
Gel and weave, gel and weave
If she from the hood then she down wit me
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit' a big round ass, I'm yo man to be
As I'm rollin' down the block, a player gotta beep
That said I wanna fuck a 2-way freak
Her name is Rhonda Perry, who works at the dairy
Her chewin' is da bomb, but her face looks scary
I'm pushin' down the street tryin' to make it to her house
And then I gotta beep from my freak named Minnie Mouse
They call her Minnie Mouse, she live a couple trees
She eat a lot of cheese, if you hit she'll squeak
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
Early in the mornin', my 2-way is jumpin
Wit da petty want some boys, daddy want nothin'
Wastin' up my characters, you don't have to pay thus
I ain't got no time for no, whatchu doin' unless its just
Goin' to the bathroom, 2-way on the TV
Come back, it's my baby daddy
Tryin' to see who's beepin' me
Dog that's a no, no, get yo stuff you gotta go
Scrollin' threw my 2-way, it's like scrollin' threw my cash flow
La' Chat in the club, boys they be tryin' to holla
Don't know how to act, gotta 2-way on yo colar
Askin can you get a beep, hell na, not at all
You'll be dat dude, dat'll make me
Throw my junk into the wall, I use it for business
Sometimes its for pleasure, I can make exceptions
When you want to spend dat chedda
If you want to hit me up
Make sure daddies worth a hit
Or you when like you responded
I don't mess with 2-way tricks
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She goin' threw your beeper when she know you asleep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
She's a 2-way freak, a 2-way freak
She beamin' up your boys for her own private creep
She's a 2-way bitch, a 2-way bitch
She wastin' up your characters and ain't talk about shit
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