Lyrics:
a convo with the greatest
Nah I've never been the type
To believe in speaking to dead
But I had a concept full of depth that ran through my head
I've made
I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
The one thing that I can guarantee
I'm like a stepping razor,
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
a destroyed country, a couple secretly married, feet smelling like shit, a town full blown away by the rain, the latest personal computer, an old picture found
Externally blinded by idol desires of material gain and fame
That puts you on the same cycle searching for freedom again
Freedom within is the only sure
and Bison when fighting I'm sick
My flows a kick right in the ribs got ladies dick riding the kid
Lighting a stick rookies hit this its nap time
Just ran
timeless, on times, I was, too bent, and way too high man, way too high…
Wasted too much time man, now-a-days, by the end of the night, I'm just tryna grind
Some don't understand, niggas I hog about my scrillions
Pill young knuckle heads, stoppin by my building
Built in the game, foundated since '74
Its
an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so I stay low
Representing the pimp, bitches making my dough
[Sole]
Dear El-Pee,
How's your summer been?
Mine's been fine
I heard you had a real good time at camp
Oh, yeah, I talked to Len, he said everythings
then we snuk upstairs
Step by step with a hint of fear
We got into my room, bitch started to scream
Momma busted in with a fucked up scene
Shirt
ain't got time for a bitch
I be that dead pimp broke, hit a lick, ho
Sinkin' like a lead blimp
Goat bled, sins shed chokin', I'ma overdose
I'm hoping I
Strangers and passers-by, Persons unknown
Turning a blind eye, hope to go unrecognized
Keeping your secrets, Persons unknown
Housewives and prostitutes,
put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than
em know we in the house
CL hit em off with the verses
Never judge a book by the cover; discover the Soul Brother
With the Mecca Don Workin'
soul
I take one day, step at a time
To find mine (what)
As we go
Through the blinding road
Inclining
To find me some mo'
[Chorus 2: Everlast]
I see now that this shit is really low end while below it
Surrounded by these locust that will leach when you get focused
A sea full of lost fishes
And manage to implement a few pimp skills
Yes I'm that nigga
Small but I'm packing something that knock ova fat niggas
I don't use a twitter wen I want to go
That’s on you if you act like you aint knowing
I don’t know you by your full name
Miss me with all that can you put this in your story
Your
with a Dick
Try to pimp me but too quick With the wits
Ryan he slow but me I'm legit
I'm from another surface
Don't wanna know my purpose
You hurt
Quit my job to do this full time if I got to
But then again that money good on that other side
Nigga fuck that other side
I want this here this business
Yeah, uh, this song is called Empty Thoughts, Part 2
You know what time it is
I guess it's just that time again
Yeah, oh yeah, it's that time, baby
Yo, what do you need
Told you not to call me right now, I'm busy, I'm up in the stu
Time is money, am I fucking time expensive
How many times do I
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