Lyrics:
know shit)
Over rewarded
Surrounded by over rewarded and easily praised
'Cause aren't you a good boy?
Got your perfect life while nothing ever
bitch feel the vibrations like old Markly-Marl
We live so filthy that the dirt gone stay//
Your girl blow my brains out like Kirk-Cobain----mannnnn!!!
You never met a nigga this cold
Somebody tell them boys class never gets old
The more success they hate me, that's the way this shit goes
Married
From the pikes of the Inkas,
From the abysses of Pamir
From the Alps of the Old world,
Some things are clear, some things are not
In the high
I can't hear what you're saying
Just keep the music playing
It all sounds the same to me
Good God please have mercy
Let's kick the machine till
I've been beaten, I've been bruised
I've been cheated, and I've been used
They said that I'm no good
Hearts stone cold, black and blue
Reminders
And it's the same smell of an old cigar
Playing every night at a different bar
Making good money comes with a cost
And sometimes, it ain't worth the loss
ain't dropped nothing a while
These rappers are dead, you're better than all of them by a mile
They all sound the same, there ain't not one of them with
(vamp, vamp, vamp)
And these niggas tryna steal the swag
G-G-Good luck, lil' nigga going' out bad (yuh)
I-I was in a four by four then a Jag'
Pull up
though
You might hear this and think I'm trippin'
But knowledge the wisdom before you start flippin'
As modern day God, I do analysis
To find out what
God
They turn old secrets
No nowadays lies
Pushing us to praise the new lord
We don't know where they go form here
But in the dark they wait
They
butchery
That leaves none alive
Wounded
Crushed
Altars and gods
No more days, no more nights
No more hope and no more lives for all
Fire!
Only ruins left
the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone
Drowning in monsoons
Alive at six o'clock
Dead by the next day
I never meant to grow into a child
I never meant to dance into the wild
I will wake up before
died, he had a daughter in the same day
And since then, I ain't looked at pain in the same way
Like even when we lose, we gain in some strange way
We pulled into Rome
With blood in our eyes
After days of travelin'
Months of lies
Taking our various
Turns at the wheel
Taking booze
And pot
Newspapers lying by the door
I don't miss you anymore
I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor
And you ain't thinking about me
I read
Buy a big old wagon
To haul us all away
Live out in the country
Where the mountain's high, yay
I'm never goin' back there
'Til the day I die
day
With this ring we go our way
For better or worse I take thee wed
By your hand I will be led
Through the years we'll live in bliss
Life will
homeboy Frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin'
recall ordering
Signed my name in a straight line
And gave back the pen
You could tell by the way he said “good day”
He wasn’t lost again
All around you
Monday's shine, yes an' Tuesday's rain
While the days that go by baby
Like a south bound train
Well it's funny thinking you won't
Ever call my name
NIGGAS CAN'T HEAL ME
I ring god when I deliver
I'm straight from the strongest isle AND I GOT NO -?-
And get wild in any burrow
To my warriors on Riker's
child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Get you to the eyes worth seeing
Influenced; but not by the ancient ruins of rap
A large percent
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