Lyrics:
southern twang is all fantasy
I ain't from NYC, under the facade
I'm a Toronto kid who split into three
But please, go by my character sheet
Young Peezy
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
and wait for you to do right by me
Oh, I don't want to I don't want to
But what I'm gone do
What I'm gone do
Imma alkaline my heart and soul and mind too!
doubt that is what he said
Then I told them about my album
That is inspired by their stuff
They even blessed the title
Almost is never enough
They said
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
not the one, I represent His Son
The red letters in my hand were signed by royalty
The red letters in my hand are not just stories see
The red let us
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
These streets tell stories of the homeless and children that died
Understand when you gone
There comes another you
So tread lightly because it
why' hear?
Now you heard my story in stereo:
About the pimpin' game, that you should know.
And if you don't, it's alright,
'Cause I'll be spittin'
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get ya damn hands up
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what ya boy look like when ya boy
the next generation)
Now, as I open up my story, with the blaze of your blunts
And you can picture thoughts slowly, up on phrases I wrote
And I can walk
visions
Life ain't match what my dreams displayed, I felt displaced
Half Maori, half hip-hop
But your DNA gets hidden deep away
When your raised by
my culture with another called it fusion
We at the bottom of the human chain
It’s so strange how we living we ain’t living
WELCOME TO AMERICA
Land
pelt yo boo
It goes, shot, shot, shot!
Like Mario Lemieux
Middle of the nipple and a aureola too
Prepare to roll a few when my album leak
And make like
on the internet they underrate me
Till the day they seen the headies nominate me
Then they get online and they tried to praise me
And i sold my story and the shit
up,
Them blue bills all up in my wallet, had to switch it
Okay Kool...
You been riding like a rider
By yo side you side you got that
forward call me Harold
DC be the main apparel marveled by my character
I swear to them I changed for better I learned a lot from being set up
My hunger came
My name is soulz and you are about to experience
A mental spiral from a delirious mind
Bitch I'm serious
Before this album I was thinking of leaving
loss will come across
As a momentary moment to tell the few
To tell a few, my hoolie' crew
Through my time in Mecca I swore weather by my hand
[Verse 1]
Clouds up!
Grey sky!
Covering up my mind
Blackout
Horizon line
On the coast of oceanside!
By the time
I reach the light
The time will pass
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
mother fuckers talk so much
And I don't even know who the fuck you are so clearly
All you are is some jealous prick 'cause my music's better than your is
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
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