Lyrics:
you try to project on yourself
The only real question when you stand before your master is how did you love your beloved?
Your neighbor
Your own soul
they can tell I ain’t tame
If you were to ask what had been the give away
They'd probably tell by the smirk or the flickering flame
That softly appears
the lies
Take a ride on whatever glides
Hijack whatever flies
Fly high
Above the everglades
Sever rappers who paid
Escape the maze
Verbal minotaur
Caged
Yes,
heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa'
Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the fuck my mom handed me and said, "Now put it on her
as a young boy chilling in the projects
So many crazy things I have seen I couldn't even process
When you see them dope boys
You just bank them blues is cool
out the future
Stars imitate swear to God I was a jewler
Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you
To my homie Big Hawk, I salute, mayne
(Still breaking
Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip
Not only are they anticipating your every move
They're waiting for you to slip
But like I told you before, we not
on as tight as you can,
Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip,
Not only are they anticipating your every move
They're waiting for you to slip!!!
But like
on as tight as you can,
Whatever you do, don't loosen your grip,
Not only are they anticipating your every move
They're waiting for you to slip!!!
But like
Lookin' like layup, layup, lay
Lookin' like layup, layup, lay
Lookin' like layup, layup, lay
I come from the bottom, remember the cotton
Do whatever
her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper
when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could, you could
You can break a shovel when you break
wrong before
You can break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not
America we have several people power groups
Groups of dynamic intertwined relationships
Made apparent by a parent
Or want for
This structure
On the bottom
express my thoughts
Is absurd
When you don't know where to go
You go to whatever you love
Ha
And that's all
Call me by my name
If you're so
uptown
What I see now the game ain't for me to be in
So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?)
Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings
these niggas like lines
I'm comin for whatever mine
I been did the most to shine
Straight from the bottom, I climb
I'm sour on a bitch like limes
We went
lodge a complaint, it's a hodgepodge a paint by numbers call it whatever you want|But let's focus on finding a final agreement, OK? I'm too drunk to think
I bring to it
(What you bring to it?)
Wet pussy by the light behind the curtain
Paper towel wrapped around her
Thigh absorbing it (Ah)
I'm the type
of gettin' money how Bill Gates is
Young lives being taken by the .45
Genocide'll rise 'til glory die
Every other hour more bullets fly
Victim
bottomless
I pat my brother on the back
And say you got this
It's...
Crazy people think
Being positive is obnoxiousness
But I'm not bothered by being the talk
out
Surrounded by them cash cows, chasin bags now
So i gotta keep the strap now, nigga back down
Like mick foley with mask, get yo ass smack down
We
a lot of changes
Sturdy by my doly
Never asked niggas for nathan
More smarter than ever
Still learn to do better
No room whatever
Comitted where ever
won't
Say with me
We know
We gotta keep going
Toppling, falling
Then get up again
And keep haulin'
Doubt my ambition
By my love for mariuhana
But I check
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