Lyrics:
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
Khaki & corduroy, leather jackets on the boys
Denim with a worn out place on the pocket
Open faces with knowing looks
Your heavy satchel full
told me papi go get it
Shoutout to Chua that boy like my brother
Shoutout to Andrea that girl my manager
Shoutout to Mark which one? Both of them
avoid eye contact
Looking at the ground
Forming their syntax
Disorderly conduct
In physical constructs
You're more than you've found
Spiritual responses,
barking
Park the car, you're only useful if you make someone profit
You not in college and sure as hell not a prophet
But I know the best way to kill
the ass, I came to hurt 'em and crash
300 soldiers commandeered by Paz
A million listeners supported my camp
Who would've thought the boy from Texas could
back to a time
When my fridge was full of booze but in my pocket not one dime
I remember back on Willis Ave, with my ace-boom homey Mark Black
I
(take me)
Far from all that's wrong and
(let these)
Fears collapse inside
(take me)
Back to when I
(believed)
And as a little boy
Tries
cheers, pour a little out for your careers,
slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?
Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,
hung over in
Inside it was a photograph full of holes and marks
Of him and his Mama on the swing set at the park
And on the back it read you're Mom and Daddy's pride
Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time.
Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme.
No shorts given, that's how I'm living in the 91.
Slide my
just a victim punk you'll get stuck.
By a brother with a evil vengence.
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this.
And if your caught in the crossfire
here
To the top please man, I see no ceiling
Real hip hop, I preserve the feelin'
Funny how I kept it alive by killin'
Every dope beat, damn
I was
These days I feel so
Ive proven them
wrong so they tryin to edit
Cover up like concealer
to dead it
Drew the marks on
my wrist, dont you get it
Youre
a home where love should flourish, instead there lies despair
Words like arrows, cutting deep, leaving scars beyond repair
"You're not enough, you'll
Used to anticipate the sign of the coming day
And all through winter's decay, you just mark the way
We worry what people'd say if we up and walked
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
Adam: Is that boy balls going off on one again? Look, son, I told you before. It's all lies. Don't fuk'n listen to 'em clarts
Let me tell you
year
Grammy party debonair
I been in that stu so much they built the boy a bed in there
The bars was lining up so much they thought I did a bid in there
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
Everybody knows that I'm a beast
Ain't no riddim that my flow can't eat
Theres no such thing as defeat
Unless you're talking 'bout the shit
Attached
And though the rap world is ever crowded
If heaven allows it
I'll keep writing for the seven thousand
I know you're out there, I still get the emails
This where we separate
The boys from the men
I'm not Joyner
I am not Joyner
You niggas really got me fucked up
It's 'bout to get real spooky
I know what I got
And I like it
It gets me so excited
That everybody wants a taste
Yeah I love all the boys and the girls
From all around
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