Lyrics:
eyes to sore eyes from looking up eight miles high
I apologize
I've been reading books about UFO's
Now I don't really wanna know if we are lonely
If we
on God)
Ain’t no more control, bitch we wall to wall we 50 deep
Take down up the score, ain’t no beef we feed the boy Swiss Cheese
I’m the one that made
Akon
For the apron it was 8th grade
I was still studying many men
People said I looked like 50 cent
I never thought I resembled him
Fuck it I'm all bout
Rap god feel like m&m
I don't got comparison
You can't just get any men need many men still killin em
Like 50 cent
Yeah nobody touching me
Corner office
like I'm 50 Cent right now cause many men wish death 'pon me
And them girls they slept on me but right now they're tryna get their heads off me
And,
saw 8 Mile was at home on a treadmill
You were named after a candy
I was named after a gangster (brr)
And don't be a sucker and take my verse
Off
a motherfuckin' vampire
More carrots then a motherfuckin' damn pie
OG is what I smoke by
Fingertails got fungi, fungi
I'm a real nigga, you a fun guy
Runnin' bandos
by a quake that
Registers something like 8.8
You see it's situations happening with our planet
Cause, 50 years ago we took it for granted
We should
I'm down for whatever as long as you with me
If I got a hundred we splitting it fifty
We came from the bottom that shit was so gritty
Now we
hundred fives, twenty fifties, ten hundreds, I was keeping it G (one thou-wow)
Now, who you know more streeter than me?
With no yeast, so street, a nigga
to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss
coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my mission
Little boom box
You get them LL Cool J coolin' systems
Made that final maneuver to 8 Mile and Hoover
And somehow I saw my future is in this that's how I know my
people[00:17.05]And for myself[00:19.61]Kryptonite, my first single was released on 8/18[00:21.73]A consistently appearing angel number in my life[00:24.98]That
a fiend do him dirty for a half a eight
Turn his face
Got a lawyer that'll burn the case
Get a extra headshot
That's just for turnin' state we suicidal
Lost
Take it orally
As you know the other way
Is more painfully
My grandfather's clock was the best ever made
By the Timex company
Just like the clock
china tea
2008 "Amnesty report" Burma
the 8th.8th.88 the people's uprising was bloodily and brutally repressed by the military junte
Twenty years
put that on my grandma
I ride through East Atlanta in my new Ferrari
It's up for fifty-eight if you don't have one, sorry
I let you borrow mine, I think
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
More power than a drug lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, cause I'm full of ambition
into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned
10AM I'm wide awake
See you from a mile away
I'm with you so I don't care
Care about my plans today
10AM I'm wide awake
See you from a mile away
and hibernated
I'm cold as Miles Davis
I load up then I aim it
No judgment for the plaintiff
It only gets more heinous
Nigga I'm brainless
Like a blind bitch who
back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
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