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But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
Late nights when my son asleep
I'm workin' by myself Dolo all up on my street
Nobody on my block 'cus I be workin' way passed three
And when I'm
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
a real one
Knowing one another off the mushies, that's a feel, son!
We sealed the deal and made an album together
Thought our bond was steel, but it was
The computer fails you thrice like you ain’t too welcomed
My homie BJ told me grind Its well son
So I dropped as a demo now they tell me Well done
Uh Back in
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I rock and roll wit this glock heavy metal
I never son
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
friends lowerin' your casket, now your son a bastard
Pressure on his shoulders make 'em gotta grow faster
Where I'm from, the stories never end with no
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys,
Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album
It's time to compress
My first album
Hopefully they see the real me
Call me cocky
But I never like what I do
Judging me
What does that say about you
Done
me
Dance like Durant on the court, a young Kobe
Son cozy, back spin, I'm patched in
What I spill could make a ice grill nigga crack a grin
Gotta
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
For you to come back
Everything that Denzel spit's, nigga
Is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun
know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta
at the mall rap
Album ain't sell
People know that I'm all that
Was once told my career would suffer
A curse by an Old Ghost
While he was smoking a dust in
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
I been hidden for a minute, but I'm back up in the middle of it
Short intermission, but I'm back just to kill this shit
Shrooms in my inner system
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
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