Lyrics:
thank that my heart beat,
Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell,
But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here
clown
Fucking my friends ain't healthy
Cuz I grab you by the face and fuck you up
And it's like that bitch that's the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho,
count racks in my house now
Look out the window everytime I hear a loud sound
If I see feds den the lights are off I'm not home
I don't know nothing bout
the hand that feed me
But I will let the hand say it don't need me
Look at y'all on TV, Banks looks uneasy
If he told you how he feel, this is where he be
rock this thing one time, man
y'all know how to rock a Uptown jam
Let's me show you what's up here, man
You know what I'm sayin?
Grand Wizard DJ Red in
At last one night it chanced
That Annie could not sleep, but earnestly
Pray'd for a sign my Enoch is he gone?'
Then compass'd round by the blind wall
shift the cloud
So I'll try but man look how time flies
This year came and went like drive by's
Mama still say she surprised by my size
But this cat
the chatting ain't gon' cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who say it's only drillers on drill
Would you look at me
I'm out here holding the power
Sometimes I feel like Moses man I
Just want to run to
Midian just to change my state
But not the state where my city's in but my
State of mind look
for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... all the lights are out
Grabbed the door
for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... all the lights are out
Grabbed the door
my own damn author
Insanely Made hot shit
Niggas can't stop this
My whole damn life is a fucked up synopsis
Whole Vans outfit
Jordiee Maans out here
the spell
Feelin's are in great detail
Man I can't even read myself like I'm made of Brail
I hate this cell
This is my acquainted jail
Tainted by the paint
(Man I think so)
Oh, look out, here comes Spenser on the side-by-side
In the afternoon we get out the guns
Gonna shoot us a clay or two
If you brought
up by my homie, ima punch you in the stomach. Ho.
There you go, it's your name. He don't mean it. No.
Girl you better count your dough, 'cause this
rhymes for hours, man I basically would think
I'd have made it by now, looking back that's a funny thought
This shit will take years, I worry time's
where my Adrian's?
Nobody's crazy as Shady in an eighty million mile radius
I'm what Tom Brady is to the Patriots to rap
Not a man, I'm a weapon who
Only bull you should take is by the horns
A mixture of Whitey Ford and Mighty Thor
I everlast, pen is mightier than sword
Finish writin', then record,
found a weapon in my dresser
And you know it ain't impress her
So the rest is His-story
I got evicted
In the sunshine
This is my life, my life
In
Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
So here y'all go, I promise this
Nickels and dimes
Pounds on pounds smoking gas
This right here relieves my stress
Head on a swivel, you don't know what's gonna happen next
Every time I leave the house, I
mac
I can’t help if all the good stuff is all that i attract
And what if i told you im not surprised by this success?
You’ve witnessed my progress i
mature, fuck a pro career
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here
And nobody's close, so don't compare
They ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here
My
Yeah this my rocket ship
Little man I got the whip
Pulling over get a tip
Then I end up wit a fit
Told’em ill be back in a bit
Let me take a sip
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