Lyrics:
No I ain't want to stay, shit
Who am I to say, shit
2nd grade went to school
Cursing like a sailor
Came back home preaching bout my savior, damn
Only
don't know, the love I have for you!
[Forte' - 2nd Verse]
Mommy, I keep my name on your brain like Missy
With The Rain, I'm from
with these cats set
Trippin'
Bringin' '95 back again, same old conditions
From Reagan, to Bush, to Clinton, to the Bush the 2nd
No matter
son
C is for the caps tryin earn a wealthy stack
E is everything tryin make ya stop and sink
S is for the Soul when it prospers and it glows
2nd
Crooks rob murder heartache whatever takes
The devil consumes GOd shine the gloom
Rebel & goon intune thru the purple noon
2nd verse
In this life death
came to me
As I was jangling down 2nd Street
Screen all green, no read receipts on
Crackling with fever
That left me stunted or accelerated
Hesitating
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
the 2nd grade
Only fuck wit ogs
Cuz these new niggas fake
They
Hate on me for the way I live
Got my own shit
Pay my own bills
Stunt on the block every
the pot
Judgement only 2nd to the man that’s blessing
So when my spirit cut u off I ain’t asking no questions
I couldn’t stress that enough to the ones
ding mag iba ako ang ng plano (ohh)
Kasama ang mga kasalo ko
Manalo o matalo yo
Patuloy parin kaming gagawa't
sabay sabay aabutin aming panalo
2ND
homeboys
But I'm still smoking on Mike (Mike)
Malcom died on 2nd (2nd)
They taught his bitch ass a lesson (A lesson)
Ayy, Corbin got kidnapped
How the fuck
over watch me move towards the light
Def3 2nd Verse
VOn the hunt for some peace of mind
With each rhyme I write when I see the lines
And i realize
running from a battle, we fight
That's right, lesson number 1 in setting microphones ablaze
Or a 2nd hand move into a 3rd phase
4 is my favorite number when
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
, lover
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
I see you at the bus stop waiting every day
Your man must
, lover
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
Hey lover, hey lover
This is more than a crush
I see you at the bus stop waiting every day
Your man must
collect, collect
Say you're better than me, no intellect
If you say it to my face, I'll break your neck
Then you'll have another thing to recollect
Got that
Hey doorman,
Tell 'em line up the cris,
I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch,
You niggas keep wavin' them wrists,
I put my money
posting bout you
And this is something I don't really do, but I've been crushing on you
Hey lover, this is more than a crush
This is more than a crush
Hey
to slay my poncho
Cuz rainy days are over when I write it uninvited fight it
Mind is free, for spectators to see
Crush enemies, cold crush, fetch us a tree
It doesn't get much better than this
Spent too much time getting ready for this
These days it seems like I just can't miss
And I must confess
It
This is more than a crush
Yeah
It was Harlem at the Rukus
I saw you with your man, a smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in
It doesn't get much better than this
Spent too much time getting ready for this
These days it seems like I just can't miss
And I must confess
It
This is more than a crush
Yeah
It was Harlem at the Rukus
I saw you with your man, a smiling, huh
A coach bag in your hand
I was laying in
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