Lyrics:
call you out, but that wouldn't do shit for a nigga
I made it this far, a fool with my foolish pride
Look at me what you see? A fool and his foolish ride
you know
I don't like rappers who say they got next
When they've been in the game for 10 years or so
Impressed by the fact that you fake niggas famous
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
the fuck, I ain’t know that shit, was necessary
Took my album and revamped it just a month from February
That’s my pain
Not the one displaying some rage
But
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
music reign supreme by far
WPFW kiss FM and WHUR
Ten tracks And I'm looking pretty
I Love Music in the Chocolate city
Spoken word, Sound of Philly is
music reign supreme by far
WPFW kiss FM and WHUR
Ten tracks And Im looking pretty
I Love Music in the Chocolate city
Spoken word, Sound of Philly is
than fabric
Far from average, 357 on me
Knockin' Cam' Horse & Carriage shit
If I was you, that'd be embarrassin'
Told Slay if this rap don't pop
Fuck
This really is the love album huh
Lonely lovers endless summers
The shades of red that we've been rolling in
The count begins
And every time we got
Once upon a time a story of a prince who was sent by the stars
Last night in the outer forest I fucked a fairy girl like play pretend
Peace treaty
rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working
that they ain't mopping me up
I'm up top getting mop from Mia, mama mia
Now as far as the bars varying, I'm barbarian
He-man, Hanna-Barbera action
far I've come
But If I said l wanted change my past a lil would I sound dumb
Turn all my wrongs into rights by the time I'm gone
But how would I write
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
don’t add up Look at that
Lost myself where I put it at
Put it outside I been far from the victory turned it around imma book it back
Found the cheat code
is too short, man
We really gotta take it day by day
You never know if tomorrow promise, man
Just do what you wanna do, jump out and do that shit
This
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
I do not give a fuck (A fuck)
I just played some keys and some strings that I plucked (I plucked)
If you caught slippin' by me that sucks ( That's
Later on that evening when
I thought I'd had enough
I sat down in a restaurant and
Over powdered drugs
I ordered up some dew-soaked lettuce
Picked by
on the couch thinking that I've come so far
Could have chose to sell the green in the blocks fam
And be a green icon, that's a Whatsapp
But nah, nigga I'm
the bready
So far so good met you at your mama house
We was in the hood
Acting like your mama now
Baby that's no good
Tryna make my mama proud
Knowing that I
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
Ayo Game, this that '92 shit
We the Best dream team
They don't want us to have sauce on these shrimps and steaks
They don't want us on exotic
on the rise in my hometown
From my past, it ain't far away
To all the folk who hold me down
I swear I won't forget that
I remember that like Jill Price
We done
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