Lyrics:
Survival Of The Fittest I'm The Prophecy
Cant See No One Get In The Way Of 30
Block Speaking Honestly
Every time I Hear Y'all Rap
I Just Start
by A Meteorite
The new end of civilization thinking media rite
It's paid for the stories manipulated by the rich
94 nas said life is a bitch
Too old
raised up by a mom who cares about her kids we gone
This like my 20 or 30 a roll
I be like god damn
Some you getting old
Had a dream that I was in
Yeah
You know i never really got this off my chest ever
You know, I think I'm ready now, let me talk
Who said our heroes aint supposed to die
trouble Okay; Medusa Slay; Carry my Name; Okay Okay
Grinding' Day by Day; Headshot my Brain; I Maintain the Endgame
Have to reload Babe; Okay! Hold it Back;
Still full of fire and gasoline
He was still lean and mean
And they still called him Texas
And on the day he died
She was right there by his side
hair and change my name to Bailey
'Cause we all just wanna be big dogs
And live in hilltop houses, and walk 30 miles a day
The girls come easy,
for days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
know I can't be slippin in the '94
So put up a glock, 'cause we be buckin with them 4.4's
45. Auto Mag. .30 round clip. Fully Mag
P-30, mini-14.
Same with the baddie I pressed in the week
Audi 3, she thought it was leased
Doin it all from the passenger seat
30 years old n she messin with me
the hill
Man, I'm still waitin' for my set
So it's late night, we're chillin'; telling stories about old friends – Heroes
Discussing souvenirs we never asked
for days
"We've been here before, we won't stay"
They can die, they can just turn off
Some vehicle moves in circles
Some people need the heroes
is not like the good old American days
What kind of honor remains
Every statement contains
A lot of shit, because it entertains
Which explains
Why
he don't slow
Pride overflows has no heroes
Cares more bout logos
Morals narrow
Live by his own manifesto
Foreshadow downfall when he smokes
Invoke
cge old night turn into light
Only in solitude will you find
c spell to be cast
c time to be heard, to be free
The shroud of an old mystery
cnd here
thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee
the old man
And drink it with him till I can't stand
Never been so lonely when I get home
I'm gonna hit up all the homies
And then we'll get stoned
See my
A boy alone in his mind he looks to the sky.
His home, the desert, this life to him a lie.
Not knowing tomorrow, or what he will face,
Led by a droid
spot every day but don't need no bait cause it's dry
Yes it's true that he's not quite all there but who cares
Neither are the values that he's lived by
I found hope
In the back of a closet
Written by a child's hand
On pieces of parchment
Yellowed and old
I've never seen
That kind of belief
I
hundred round drumming by 30th
I'll pop the fuck out a verbalist
They not remembering nothing
You tell em cause none
Of that shit is regurgitative
She
the old days
I could never tone it down, no I won't change,
With my people nem they fuck with me the long way,
Said she ain't fuckin' for the money, baby,
had to settle up
We be in that field for real you just a heckler
I just jugged a 30 piece straight off the cellular
Took the proceeds and went
my window to the world
And I can see
As the night turns into day
Old ladies shuffle by and wave
And the kids sell drugs to cars that slowly
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