Lyrics:
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
has got me feeling on the fence
And all this shit is so intense
Don't wanna go to this event
Just wanna stay home and invent
And somehow, yeah, that
Lately i been by myself
I be feeling alone sometimes
I pray to GOD for some help
And forever got peace in mind
I played the cards that was dealt
Now
lost my cool, whoa Zay'
Bounce back, got dirt on my shoe, jump back right
When you got real power, you can't lose
I had to get back right
I had
hearts broken
Skin and bones
A frequency that plays
When we're on our own
Because the singers on the radio
Are telling me I can't go home
And that all
go to Woolworths come back and feel terrible
It's easy to stay home
When you ain't gotta deal with no domestic abuse
Please count your blessings
Don't
Don't be... 8.5
Fucking wit a god on the mic like me
Catch em wit the weapon when I murder these beats
I ain't scared of these streets shit I'm one
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
Successful and blacked owned
Give all thanks to God
He even got me out when times were odd (Yessirrr)
Now I'm finally getting it in
Ballin' wit all my homies
sewers
America's dead and dying hand is on the threshold of the Church
While the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah vex us all
When it gets to the point
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
ass home
When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches
So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is
Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm
generation
(America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone)
I had heroes when I was a kid we all did and our heroes did their thing
some shrooms and now I'm on a trip
I know y'all are waiting for my return home
My life is not a game I'll throw you into the inferno
By Dante and one
That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls
But don't feel sorry for me
Things weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young
something in the distance
And the further along I go
The closer I get to home
Where I learned...
You can't be a warrior without a war
And don't blame other
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Gotta go and get a bag
Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat
She's a movie, but means nothing to me
A-list singer and she's just
of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did the same
So he's
You wouldn't even get an honorable mention
Claim you a starter you start on the bench end
Let's keep the focus on my guys
See all of em stars in their
UP ALL THESE NUMBERS TILL IM IN THE SUMMIT
TRYNA GET ABOVE IT BUT THEY JUST WANNA SEE A BRO PLUMMET
THE WAY A LAY PIPE (HA) YOU WOULD THINK I’S
data
Sh- that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man
are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix
the madness
When your friends is Chris and Gwyneth
When your girl is more famous than Juventus
Then it's time to get all your windows tinted
Keep your eyes
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