Lyrics:
Here I go, yeah I’m back, back talking my sh** again, f**ck you ni**a spin a block, then I spin again, yeah I’m in that mode now, it ain’t by
stepped forward, fist in hand
I'll be the one to take the stand
With god as my witness I'll take this man down
You can't have a sinner trying to run this
never late baby
Hop on the train
You and me we could go visit Oregon
Let me know if I can get in those organs
It's too tempting when you're wearin' those
The mind such a terrible thing to waste
And I don't even know what to think today
We all got American dreams to chase
Forty acres an a mule they
threes
And they know it's a scary sight, if you see my nigga ski
Hit that corner, what's that sound
(fhhhh) His head all by his feet, and I can't say this
on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain't diet
Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with a gun like Russ
No one ain't dying, they lying on us,
know what suits you best
Sixty-five or Forty West
Without a doubt I may be wrong
But I've got a feeling going strong
In this world we won't be long
one hundred and thirty nine is the conscience to our selfish crime,
God didn't screw up when he made you,
He's a father who loves to parade you
you threw a verse beside E-40
We both know they won't know
What they can't see cause they can't go
It's just me and you
We them niggas with clean money
night
In this empty park
Always inside of me
And how could I know you would reject me?
The alms burning in my palms
The chaos of my memory
All you
looking hot and so damn pretty
I'm falling in love with a Tashkent City
Who you wiz "Guzal qiz? Qaley siz?!
Siz ashula aytsangiz
Raksga biz tushaymiz"
True
Yo my name is Age ese, I'm down wit the Godside
But saves que, I used to be in gangs, runnin the streets
Pullin drive bys, thuggin, gettin high,
Paparazzi flicks on the 6 page
(click, click, click)
Grimy bunch with the 40s by the rib cage
In my 'jects we wanted to
Be this like Big Dave (RIP)
I been
pain
Cause I'm sick and tired
Of selling this caine
Young G turned an eighth into forty-thousand
Then I turned Pateks into water fountains
Nana went
up a handful of that wore out dirty
And I knowed I was in for this familiar old story.
You know that forty acres we got in corn this year
Your great
Eye can see a million ways
To turn a crumb to supper
But when eye lay the way
Will that persuade they to take me under
It's cold like 40 below
So
nuts.
When a train don't show, it's cash you owe.
You goddamn thieving cunts.
Well, I've never met a single fucking soul.
Who hasn't been left stranded
Little Ghetto Boy
Hustling in these ghetto streets
What u Gonna do when they pull up
And make you face responsibility
Sipping on Lean in A stolen
đi, mà hậu quả đâu gánh, lo gì
But life is circle, vướng vào nó when you 40
Cũng là đống mưu mô, mà hồi xưa chẳng đắn đo gì
Chẳng còn tuổi xuân thì,
[Tame One]
Hah! The former back of the classroom talk-trasher
Blastin off at ya without help from NASA, has ta
blow a nigga's chest up like asthma
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Sour dough toast and a sky in the morning
Of roses and red dye 40
I boards up doors
Bored a cult, rewind
Not for you to holler, or shout the god name
A risen one from the slums, speaks with authority
The dart well flourish, the wise pursuit wisdom
The fools
A man with forty acres plowed and planted
Can't send no fourteen year old boy to no school
The only thing I learned in the years I worked on my
dancing
By the time I was twenty-five
I looked like forty-two
With seven hungry mouths to feed
And one more nearly due
Me husband, he walked out on me
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