Lyrics:
to attack any matter of fact
That I somehow still lack any passion or tact
I kept us intact but you gave me no slack
For the problems you stacked by not
This blue label taste nice
I'ma take you my hood
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
West from the arch down Dr Martin Luther King
North
there was
Also a touching letter from Anna it made me
Happier than playing in front of thousands
Of people each night, rock-god
Idolization from fans
On Christmas day,
in the afternoon,
I got a call at home.
The Bishop was on the phone,
wanting the choir to go and sing
on some Channel 44 thing.
And I
feel it all around you
I go into a soundproof booth and change flows
Track the strange hoes wit headwraps and Bangols
Hip-hop is gettin strangled by this
a letter to your ma, that's word to your mother
Too Stella, I'm a star
When at least in the gutter
Yo, Dagnarm
I'm still the same twisted fucker
To run
friends
You don’t know
Who I am
I sent you a letter from home
I sent you a letter from home
Always wait for you
But I understood
You won’t stay here
Here
I
John hold steady you just keep on forgetting where you're from
Just remember your home, you were the Bishop of Rome
But you wanted to be someone
Your
Trappin' and Whippin, I be with your bitches
Take em all home and I count up my hunneds
My boy Katsushiro be livin in kitchens
Cooking up beats
switched church homes
The bishop was tweaking, and we was Baptist
So how you a bishop?
Like technically speaking
You drove a white Rolls
Me and my family was
Broken home, that's what I come from
Father passed away and mother Lost her way
Those nights I cried for days
(Cried for days)
Yearning for that love
minus, plus
will I fire on ya
bishop, knight, or rook?
bright as diamond
some'll find it rough
to just rise above
Just woke up from a dream where i
and get high (get high)
I know yo miss them vibes
I wrote this letter to my Ex girl (yeah, Yeah)
I wrote this letter to my Ex girl (yeah,
I know I know
Uh
From The East
Oh you wanna be a Bishop huh
Say you on the road to riches huh
Loaded pistol
Got ya finger on the trigger
They
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh)
The Lord giveth
start to shake
Some of these snakes got rattled you'll
Need to take a fucking break
The Romanian ruler die who's
Stephen the Great
The Romanian ruler
Shining on the coupe I'm riding slow
H town in this bitch homie
What's happening flippp
Indacut ent mane
Boss mane bishop in this bitch
Sun light
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
had hoes 4 days, Im jugging out a Lincoln
Got that big bottle of hen-dog, get lb of by the weekend
Getting twerk from them Jamaicans, while bmf fighting
frying
He send me letters telling me how grown men be crying
When they surrounded by rapists with lustful eyes in
The belly of the beast where they don't
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please, Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting,
word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please, Mister Postman, look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting,
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