Lyrics:
done ran from the cops like two or three times
They ain't catch me
Used to run track, I was an athlete
It helped me get away when they were after me
I
your side
Come and meet me at the light
One, two, three, four
Drivin' through the night
Spend a quarter on my ride
Ohhhhh
I'm right by your side
Come
in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?
Turn the tables
Bring it back around
Let's kick it
And it seems that the whole world wasn't so heavy, after all
And as I look down from this ledge
I'm
space, that's illogical
The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away from the break gotta rap
Syndicate posse growin, goin out of control
You
the car got the bow top house, got the yacht
When I cheated you was loyal stood by my side
That's why I went from three to one, like I made five
We
and warming up out by the camp fire
And you know that i'm down like whenever if you have time
Listening to ghost town
Just lean back and slow down
Still feeling
Five hundred of them poor slaves,
Me boys, from their native land we bore.
We marched them up upon a plank and stowed them down below,
Scarce eighteen
There's a whole lotta people lookin' down their noses at me
'Cause I didn't come from a wealthy family
There was ten of us livin' in a two room
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun
motherfucking gimp
I get down damn, runnin' from damn town
Dogghouse nigga, Dogg Pound, bound
How you motherfuckers like me now when I do it like?
Bust
and shattered pride
The door slams shut, I start to run
And it seems my journey has begun...
I run and turn from side to side
With fear and panic in my eyes
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
the doors
You want to try to match my whits with yours
Three hits, I hit you, you hit the floor
This track is the third hit, that's for sure
Beat thick
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
never ending man we blessed from shore to shore
Whatever got you down give up and
Let the light open up the door
Sun is shining smile bright and you will
put your money away, don't spend hunnids on J's
And by the way, since you asked, I found these Js in the trash
They were so bad you couldn't see
By now you should know
Ignorance is no excuse
And I learned the hard way
You can bring evil even out of good
I'm one breath away
From losing my mind
and the curls they know kick doors
First one of us is done, hollow tips come by the ton
Two AK's, and put some drama to leave this niggaz bodies numb
I don't
away forever
Into the cool autumn breeze
The snow has now fallen
And my sun's not so bright
I struggle to hold on
With the last of my might
In my den
Rough on the floor, straight from the door
There's nothin phoney when the one is only kickin the verse, yo
Ask anybody familiar with my particular brand
and get your suitcase packed
Guess it's time to go
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
Either get to hell
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
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