Lyrics:
we all believe in money thats just our hypothesis
Go and get a bag, motivation for they ass,
Cause there’s money in the internet, heard money in
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south
Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house
Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go
D i got so hyper
Why the hate why the change
Reminding myself to figure out this rage
Go beast mode I wanna figure out the code
Let me be on the top
and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one
whores don’t know what’s hell, shit
They don’t know how to work, they just twerk
They just make a man work for them
I don’t have a lot of albums, in
Fact I
was listenin to Xzibit's album "Restless"
The next thing I knew I was under water and breathless
I was unconscious for a second, literally dying to go
scarred 'cause I'm talkin revolution
What ya rather see me dead by a fuckin execution
If y'all probably go to bed, 'cause it's less confusion
All your see
ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (bitch)
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
Peeping that demo I can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down that you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types baby fathers
nigga’s is moving shady
That’s crazy
Got y’all thinking D’Young it’s all over
They ain’t know I one of Gods most resilient soldiers
So many years
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
the weather, I make it rain
I'd go insane if I got the fame
Whoa, coolRaf on the track like a train
I will drop the album
This is just the warm up
Still young
all the rage
And then I do that shit at church, then the Gospel pays
Cause they'd be all dismayed if I told the whole truth
Like the rich young ruler,
And deconstructed decoys, they fleed
So when the mask is gone
Jim Carrey, where's Stan Lee's Hulk
Dim, scary, but damn, it's odd
He's merry, and dams would flood
But
be told, I let em be
I let em go, they borrow flows, the petty thieves
I cant keep them, thoughts leave ya, thought deeper
More than a role like Ray J
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go
they all know that "down, down, baby" shit
>Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
zone and some beats
Lollygaggers to poly matters that go over responses
Get all layered and get technical in they content
Press record, then I bring
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
Sipping orange soda, couldn't smell your body odor never thought
Never thought that we would grow into a world so cold
Who'd have thought over snow boys go
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