Lyrics:
At the Holiday Inn, I’m at the Cape Colony
I met a columnist from the magazine
But he wrote me out, I didn’t fit the scene
He’s learned how to act, I keep tight
He's seein' me
This life that I was livin
I thought that's all I'd ever be
Said I've been talkin' to the Lord
I ask Him what He seein' me
Because this
somebody, family need it they'll steal if they know you got it,
God forgive me I been hurt by a couple niggas
That's why I wake up say my prayers and be
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
my heart to hear some shit from my homie
Told me "dammit bro your girl got fucking kissed by K brody"
I'd be lying if I said I didn't still want him
I got 'em
'Member me? I was drivin' Impalas
We don't beef, if it's problems, we solve it
I remember that D2 revolver I bought for my partna, he
taught me to always practice
He's a prodigy and gave me a mattress
To lay on his shoulder and ask for help
6 years later, I'm an intermediate pianist
Walkin' into the store I'm fresh as fuck
Promise I didn't get this far by luck
Fendi, Gucci, Versace all that shit
People see me comin' at them
want to fuck with me
walking around my crib steady casin'
askin' about the strange smells that were coming from my basement
she asked one too many
you didn’t make me come like my hand did
Like sand through an hourglass, slide your finger down my ass
Swipe it like a credit card and ask for fifty
Down bad You wasn't for me
Didn't need me didnt need that type Of love it's not for me I'll admit it I Just rather fly away Somewhere far Just Like
please, get into the vehicle
I stop at Dave's ave.,
Figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, Charlie" was a coming reply
I didn't forget
to cry
(CHORUS): How can I leave him, she is crying
What could I do, where would I go?
He didn't mean it, he will change someday
Oh, God, how he used
I can, you can, he can, she can
We can all get down!
Re-fill my glass now pass me the bottle
Light up a biggie when I'm smokin' the marihuna
Gimme
tried me
If he did, I want his soul, didn't have no one beside me
Shit, I did it on my own, I was trudging through the slimy
It get grimy where I'm from,
They told me don’t stop I didn’t plan on it
I’m stomping on shit
Hold my foot down on they neck
Like a ant on it they going down we going up
Ask around
it
Cutting people out, division scars, cover up with linen
When you see me glistening with the stars, just mind your business
They didn't listen, kinda
Hey homie where you come from
Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom
Tha bottom by haystak mak million
The trials and trigilations
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
Did you ever hear the story of the Christmas tree
Who just didn't want to change the show
He liked living in the woods and playing with squirrels
a smoke
Make him feel safe and that everything is fine
He'll make some small talk and ask me how I am
I'll barely get to answer and I'll get some anecdote
the judge
I done broke all the laws
Ask big homie by my lonely
I made all the fucked up calls
And I can't go no where
In the streets call it warfare
Didn't
First you say you want me
Flirt around and haunt me
Hold me til my blood starts to storm
Quickly things get chilly
You turn around and ask him,
Dreamed of my own rap act
Didn't know no rap cats
Too half-assed to solo
So my friend Ricki asked me
If I would like to meet her
(my) friend, Katasrophe
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