Lyrics:
hard) I got 'em.. (hit 'em hard)
Uh-huh, uhh.. (hit 'em hard)
Uhh.. c'mon!
[Iceberg]
It's funny how I use to serve on the block with grams
Now I'm
eyes are blue and yellow as the flag
You're passing by the signs you read out loud
You are so functional, you are so hottie and so proud
That's
When we were kids in the backyard
Playing astronauts and rockstars
No one told us to stop it
Called us unrealistic
Then suddenly, you're eighteen
like I'm Capernick
Conscious captain asked the kid
Put life into your mannequin
You man of king, I'm lightsaber dancin' like I'm young Anakin
I'm
the
two of you got married.
I should've told you that I loved you when I had my
chance
and maybe now we would be more than just the best of
friends
You scream at me
Ah
Ah
My heads a hurricane when I get lost
I give up on the beauty that we've got
Wake up in a city far from home
Surrounded
Especially now that I'm (old)
And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives
3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive
In their paper mill jobs
march and hold hands like M-L-K
The nigga in me like Malcolm little said 'all means necessary'
So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready
I got my
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
somebody for nothing
I praise, I remember brighter days,before I was abducted by the grace
And now my mind's a maze, understand
I be strong in
get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce
I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break
give me a light please
Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon forty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling
pass their heads around you just sit there with your head hung down
Cause you ain't got between you and the devil and the deep blue see
It's trouble
heavy meditator and something to see
Grab a pound getting down cause my end is so free
Ninety-four is the year that I tell you to bloom
But platinum
ain't even loud
Shoebox Baby bitch I'm chosen
I'm in the 'Raq, just like DeMar DeRozan
Your diamonds hit, oh
You posted a picture by that
Hellcat and that
of them
I take a nine when you rate me from one to ten
I got skills so don't try approachin me
I keep rhymes in stores just like groceries
Don't try to snap
buses to learn a verse and a chorus from a sick kid in his mother's kitchen who said the answers exist in plain sight.
Earn you death by living
follow the money you've got no proof
My receipts and my honey say I was here with her all the time
Everybody's got a little dirt on their boots
A shovel in
on my neck and my wrist chosen one like im the kid.... stoke in that girl like a scuba diver pull up on you aint no uber driver wet yall boys up
it says, heya
Always gotta show love to neighbours
By the kid that was born in a manger
And evil starts from pursuit of paper
I apologize, if I got my
went All-American, he was really near
He got shot in a drive-by, now his whole family fears
No Hall of Fame, just hall of tears in a hospital
This
in
A heart attack to bring the horror back
Wes Craven
It make no sense waitin', the team risen
Like Pakistan and India liberated by Britain
We got rid
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I don't know what I want to do with you
I don't know what I want to do without you
I don't know what I'm gonna do about you
detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz gettin' bagged by the D's
And some pissed, "I got a disease"
Fourteen and watchin' me on teeny raps
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