Lyrics:
But it wasn't raining, she expecting a baby
If you don't get it it's gon register by end of may
Or maybe end of April
The world gone need some
worth
It can only get better after it gets worse
It's the truth that they telling you just to fear
Get a grip, clench my fist, cause I know the end is
niggaz bring the shook up out the crook type
Special deliver Son it shines through your act bigger
My Infamous Mobb get on they job
The truth gets
Quarantine a blessing I be singing karaoke
Caught so many dubs they had to get my ass a trophy
Family by my side you know I’m never feeling lonely
need you, (God I need you) to help me through this day
To help me through this day
And Lord without you, (Without you Lord) I can't make it anyway
I
"Will-you-go-out-with-me?" my heart pacing
She said "sure" I took it as a "yes, you're amazing"
Thirteen years old my ego went from the pavement
Shout out through the roof,
through this tracklist
Sorry for those that's been asking
"Why has the album been absent?"
Hope I don't lose none of you, but if do, rather few than
platinum but I think the albums Gold
It goes day by day
Bad days come through then its play by play
If you got bad vibes then there's no way
I think we're
your buddy
Don't you try and touch me
Better back away from me before things get ugly
Yeah, yeah, my names dragged through the mud
Call me a punk, then
it's helpin' you to get through
It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self-inducin' a snooze
What else is new? Fuck it, what would Elvis do in your shoes?
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
can't get a pair of Jordans that's fucking with my mental
I'm just tryna let you visualize what I done been through
And this shit public record nigga
You should doubt your- what
I'm hustling harder
Gotta get this album done
Locking myself up in the flat
Has never felt so much fun
Reading all these
lockdown hit
I was like fuck this college shit I'm dropping out
Uh, I'm gonna focus on this album and so I did
And there you have it, it's end of days baby
probably couldn't get a ho any day
'Round my way can't get murder planned
Ain't no hoop, play dirty, man
Put some through your jersey, man
If your
for you
Praise, for all the times that you prayed for me
All the nights you stayed by me
All the nights that you cried and all the days I coulda died
don't know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don't know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they
do you still care
Im not the best at this
Chilling out and on the field
Just where the moonlight hits
Then I tried to grab your hand
Just by flicking
through hell
Shout out that judge that denied me my bail
He made me smarter and made me go harder
They locked me up, then slowed my album up
But I did not
Yeah This is Story About
How I Started To Rap
Lets Get it
Yeah
It all started on a boring day
In school as we stood an moped (What, What)
My teacher
23? There's so much pain
Ohhhh tired of the strain and the pain
("Don't get too close because
You might get shot") ohhhh
Tired of the strain
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
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