The thread about nothing

[Verse 1]
Crush a bit - little bit - roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling right, 2 AM, Summer night
I don't care, hand on the wheel, driving drunk, I'm doing my thing
Rolling in the Midwest side and out, living my life, getting out dreams
People told me slow my roll, I'm screaming out: " that"
I'mma do just what I want, looking ahead no turning back
If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets

[Hook] x2
I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold
Hey, I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good

[Verse 2]
Tell me what you know about dreaming, dreaming
You don't really know about nothing, nothing
Tell me what you know about them night terrors, every night
5AM cold sweats waking up to the sky
Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothing
You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow

[Hook] x5

Pursuit of happiness, yeah
I don't get it, I'll be good (no)
Oh, man (oh)
Room's spinning (room's spinning)
Oh my god, why'd I go and drink so much and smoke so much, oh
Oh
 
Listen up gangstas and honeys with your hair done
Pull up a chair hon', and put it in the air son
Dog whatever they call you, God just listen
I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending
The bullet goes back in the gun
The bullet hole's closing this chest of a •
Now he back to square one
Screaming, "shoot don't please"
I put my fifth back on my hip
It's like a VCR rewinding a hit
He put his hands back on his •
My caravan doors open up
I jumped back in the van and closed it shut
Going reverse, slowly prepared
My • Jungle utters out something crazy like, "go he there"
Sitting in back of this chair, we hitting the roach
The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth
Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar
The blunt turns back into a cigar
We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans
Spinning records backwards of AC/DC
I give my • dap, jump out the van back first
Back upstairs, took off the black shirt
I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear
Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear
The voice on the phone was like, "outside right we"
So with my mouth wide, holding my heat
Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for you
Cause Jungle said, "block your on enemy's the"
Hung up the phone, then the phone rang
I'm laid in the bed thinkin bout this pretty young thing
Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug
She fell to my bed and gave me a hug
I told her, "no hell"
She talking bout, "me kiss"
Bobbed her head then spit the • back in my •
Started sucking with no hands, a whole lotta spit
Then got up and put her bra back on her "
Got fully dressed and told me, "stressed really I'm"
Picked up her Gucci bag and left a • behind
Walking through the door, she rang the bell twice
I vomited vodka back in my glass with juice and ice
The clock went back from three, to two, to one
And that's about the time the story begun
That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell
It said, "son we found that • we gotta kill"
Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me
Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man
I found him, right now, I see him right now
Let's kill him
"Yo, this Nas, leave it; peace"
 
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dont know if the twitterverse has things right, apparently lord infamous has died


rest in power.



 
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Beat made by Just Blaze at the age of 15.

Taking #tbt off Instagram, Just Blaze happily shares a beat he made with his younger brother DJ Poun. Just was 15, Poun 13:

 
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