Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
rather rot until I
Died upon this earth
You should not have wiped
Away the filthy after-birth
Nail a pair of wings to me and
I'll depart the earth by earth
the wing-ding and flipped it
(Yea) and never forget when done in bed by
Eazy, the name of a Compton hard head
Cool but local like loc never broke
'Cause
cnd I can give a damn if I sell a single album.
I made this shit for me
Just to prove it to myself,
But it ain't no mystery
That the road to be
They want the album
I’m taking my time
Payin’ my dues
You payin’ dem fines
Word to billie eilish you rappers lying
Boxed in ya’ll been moving like
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
up with KB before you see
Us on a grime blog
We was on E wing, just Bousbaa and Blake
2012, I was free
I'm tryna deal, steal, cheat, I need to eat
Flex
for them today
Cuz once class ends
I'll be camping out by my locker
At the end of the F wing
Patiently Waiting to shoot every Kid
In the head
As soon
like we failed our youngsters, man
It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That shit that they can live by
That shit they can,
fuck around and get high
And release a album by accident
The more shit I put out the more haters become irrelevant
I'm spitting fucking flames
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test
the best journey, its a mansion
Acres of land, swimmin' pools and all that, check it out
I'm capable of anything, my imagination could give me wings
To fly
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
if you want, then I shoulder the blame
Overcome at times by uncontrollable flames, and multiple pains
Now it seems like I'm goin insane
For the love
climb, the
Unsuspecting rise by hundreds, from the finite
Ensemble of files, eyewitnesses find as
Hits, but the limelight can flicker in upon a
Disguise,
to keep buildings in a single bound
While able to keep angel wings tethered to the ground
Look up in the sky
It's a bird it's a plane
It's life leaving
...the follow up to "Blood On My Hands" from the album "Shadowfields"
rain covers my face before daylight
blood from the slaughter beneath my feet
I
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