Lyrics:
believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like "love
Seems like we livin' in vain by jugglin' minimum wage
But we rich in the brain, to me that's bigger than pay
And the government know it that's why our
like a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin' blame the Remmy Martin
So liquor shots ghetto people
Dutches and see-lo's duckin'
like a automatic semi barking part
And if you hear me starin' blame the Remmy Martin
So liquor shots ghetto people
Dutches and see-lo's duckin'
marrow
Headlights blaze dark for days
Roads enclosed lead astray the purest way
Fly and return
To my shoulder
Little whisper for me once more
Fly
believe in shootin' stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the store's department
You more like "love
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
and Remy Martin
Some of the homeys from L.A. and Carson want to throw a private party today
Threw on some Gautier and my Rolex link dressed to kill like
more.
From the shadows, I tend his flock,
Guiding gently, around the clock.
In whispers low, our worlds collide,
Unseen bonds growing deep and wide.
He
the perfect storm
More Martin Luther and convey my message more Shakur
I feel this fire getting hotter sending fuel to my soul
And my vision is fucked tunneled
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
staring you down hard?
Is it the side love? Martin Luther only came so far
Is it the side of JFK, who saw all the broken cogs that made the wheel?
Whatever
stand strong
Spread the message give a fuck about a damn song
[Martin Luther King Talk]
Verse 2
We gotta infiltrate
Lead by example lets just
by the breeze
Diamonds drippin' like constellations, paint job a symphony on wheels
She caught in my orbit, mesmerized by the way I effortlessly
Last night
I heard a sound
From an illusive wilderness
Like a whisper
So soothing calm
And the more I tried to listen
The further away it
Yo! With all that's goin' on in the world
Maaan! It'd be dope if we had our own, ya dig
I can see it, we'd call it Black Utopia
It would look like
Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch,
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
to the cheese
Feel like a ornament, stay with the trees
See I got the motion, I stay by the beach
You feel the motion, just like the sea
All of that hate that you
I've heard a thousand stories of what they think you're like
But I've heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that
uh)
Pack your cannons we outlandishly
Brandish the weapons
Meet Jamaican like you god U-god?
And 'em handing you lessons
We learn a lot from the
60's
me but I float
Try to drown me but I float
Try to drown me but I
Do dis shit all by myself I don't care if You like it or Not
Cause either way they
Martin but we buy by the case long
Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go
He know, she know, I'll be
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