On A Mission Testo
Testo On A Mission
(Verse)
This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
Thinking about my shawty and she’s rhyming for real
Thinking about my boo and how she hold me down
Thinking about my niggers only riding is real.
Some say your dreams are like check in the mail
But you never get it, it’s like you don’t exist when in jail.
But when you’re wandering on the streets they’re all in your face
Only in crib and shawty say she won’t ride till the end.
Shawty writing on rims while you’re writing on pen Said she got needs and you can’t need none of them.
You get that letter, it just happen, you just happen to flip,
Then she’s all up in your back to fuck up your bill.
When you touch, the music stops, they’re only a dick,
They want your stories and your plans and they hear what you spit
Peace sign and I split, one must soften the fake,
I’m done running with you, clowns, I got paper to chase.
I’m on a mission.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission.
(Verse)
I’m living a life you niggers know nothing about
What you know about your sister little moving out
Niggers you called you niggers and you’re stuck in the metal And your baby mother riding with the niggers against you
It was hating on jazz, on some hip hop shit,
To the blues hit the fan, nigger, pop guy hit.
Couple months before that, my nigger Psy got hit,
My cousin rip that fucking door and he get life for that shit.
My nigger bear no shooter and got life for that shit,
Shit roll without bricks and loses life for that shit.
If you live a hood life you gotta like what I spit,
Late to it at least, ocean bottom is deep.
I was raised by some mole heads who hate the police
Ride coofies and capreese, I had them chopping for cheese.
Told me the cause to be the boss and I got it for G
Kept my receipt.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission.
(Verse)
This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
Thinking why the fuck am I not getting no help
Living this life you know nothing about,
What you know about our whole district watching your house?
What you know about going and then never come out?
What you know about your young boy hating your spouse?
Saying young boy you’re safe from getting hit in the mouth
Don’t you know that Henessy is here watching your house?
I’m on a mission.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission
This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
Thinking about my shawty and she’s rhyming for real
Thinking about my boo and how she hold me down
Thinking about my niggers only riding is real.
Some say your dreams are like check in the mail
But you never get it, it’s like you don’t exist when in jail.
But when you’re wandering on the streets they’re all in your face
Only in crib and shawty say she won’t ride till the end.
Shawty writing on rims while you’re writing on pen Said she got needs and you can’t need none of them.
You get that letter, it just happen, you just happen to flip,
Then she’s all up in your back to fuck up your bill.
When you touch, the music stops, they’re only a dick,
They want your stories and your plans and they hear what you spit
Peace sign and I split, one must soften the fake,
I’m done running with you, clowns, I got paper to chase.
I’m on a mission.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission.
(Verse)
I’m living a life you niggers know nothing about
What you know about your sister little moving out
Niggers you called you niggers and you’re stuck in the metal And your baby mother riding with the niggers against you
It was hating on jazz, on some hip hop shit,
To the blues hit the fan, nigger, pop guy hit.
Couple months before that, my nigger Psy got hit,
My cousin rip that fucking door and he get life for that shit.
My nigger bear no shooter and got life for that shit,
Shit roll without bricks and loses life for that shit.
If you live a hood life you gotta like what I spit,
Late to it at least, ocean bottom is deep.
I was raised by some mole heads who hate the police
Ride coofies and capreese, I had them chopping for cheese.
Told me the cause to be the boss and I got it for G
Kept my receipt.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission.
(Verse)
This for all the lonely nights I used to spend by myself
Thinking why the fuck am I not getting no help
Living this life you know nothing about,
What you know about our whole district watching your house?
What you know about going and then never come out?
What you know about your young boy hating your spouse?
Saying young boy you’re safe from getting hit in the mouth
Don’t you know that Henessy is here watching your house?
I’m on a mission.
(Chorus)
Put your hands up if they hate you
Cause you’re caked up and they’re broke.
They say you ain’t gonna make it, you’re back against the world,
And tell them about your dream, they laugh like it’s a joke.
Fuck them, I’m on a mission
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