Lyrics:
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
The blind stares
Of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see
The P
(You must be goin' blind)
Give me
by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under
so you better not shout
You don't wanna mess with the overdriven kid
Scrapped two EPS, and an album, called it "mid"
"Can I listen to it" nope I forbid
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
this release
The question everybody wants to know is
Why'd they get this n**** started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli was not available for comment
But released
the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin Patti Labelle
Ooh Regina Belle, she'd probably do me swell
Jasmine Guy was fly
put away a penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
to the wok
They sayin' rap you can blow
I never doubted myself but I
Was broker than broke
Flex died, now I'm playin'
"How low can you go?"
Lifestyle limbo
what The Matrix wants you to be, a they/them, emo, goth, transgender, fat-
We're lost, in a world of just fog and diminishment
Kind of madness here,
angry
Plus they don't really see me
I only pop in a cameo, Stan Lee
But she still got my number handy
'Cause she know there's only one Frandie
The last
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off, we ridin'
Where phones don't roam, they
the family choose
Or when you plan to choose it, it's a dub for the feat
When they plan they move
When the plans change and you plan to expand, pannin'
fuckin pop and
Now I got the shit on lock the way they bump me on the block (Let's go)
There was a time when I would wish that I would die
When I was
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
and took them all by the 2s
And AP the foundation since primary school
One day I decided I'd never lose
Where my life has come to is the living proof
Wifey
This is something that I call the flow
Not many if any, 'cept for Vinnie, can say they know
In fact, detracting that is something that I rarely
breakfast 'fire the sunrise
mother fucker!
I bathe with the most wicked of witches
I'm Charles Lee Ray with no stitches
Dripping in sin
I do not ponder
Shoot up your set, them K's out, niggas they shoot, but never kill
Moses, he known for the drug deal, heavy D pushin', that's so fo' real
My niggas
on my way to go and make some more
Friends turn fake
I don't think I need to make no more
Got my girl good, give her d
She can take the most
And my rap
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