Lyrics:
know the government of Canada got issues
Entitlement is false, tell em grab a tissue
We're too easily offended and we always apprehended by the cuffs
I feel like I'm on the come up things are looking bright now (aye)
I've seen way too many rainy days I'm ready for that light now (aye)
Lost the love
I gave y'all a warning
I am a rapper who never gon' die
And I never gon' lie
A quote I reside by
Thugging my spirit, no drive by
Cut off connections
Pound
No father figure, just gangbang nigga
'cause they give it up quicker and they learn to pull a trigger
All role models on TV
Most of us ain't got
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
the commons area
Studying Common's theory of Water for Chocolate
Walk-man still in my pocket
Trying to learn how to rock it like him
If I get lost in the wind
Ima youngin from the trenches
I don’t need no Fake love
He was my guy I kept my distance
Yea he showed some fake love
We ran off on the plug twice
You know Eminem has a choppy flow
Down go the mumble rappers like a domino, off we go
Into this traffic, it’s stop and go,
Rock and roll
Dissed em,
the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
the one they adore
Who they came to see (who they came to see)
You're a rock star (baby, yeah)
Everybody wants you (everybody wants you)
Player, who can
you catch me by the runway it's the one that's for the PJ
This one is for my lyricists - courtesy of my DJ
(I can't control it, can't hold it, it's
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
on the shearling, collars up, bottles up
Sparkles to the table, got 'em feeling like he's Merlin
Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
Learn from OGs, Alfa
They said every album gotta have it
I didn't want to believe it
I didn't even want to write it
Cause I don't even mean it
Here's a generic love song
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Boy you broke my heart
Thanks for make me learn the lesion
And now that you’re gone
I’ve realized I’m better by my own
No love and no lies
Life is
rocks and stay subliminal
'Cause young niggas is hardheaded, they letting off
Full of adrenaline, ignorant to what death can cause
Ain't no coming
(uh-uh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, still doin'
don't walk on the water
You don't know it's a trick
Learn the trick, learn the trick
That's what Jesus, learn the trick
Learn it quick, learn it quick
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
the streets
When hip-hop was just cuts and beats
I seen Wildstyle, dug the scene
I want to be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean?
I started crashin'
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