Lyrics:
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No I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story's end, yeah
Ayy, I'm tryna do shit different now (woo)
I love this BPM, but this a different style
as Big L
Turning this albums' flow over, by just one single
You might know already my name is risky
Приехал из Сибири, from Russia, путь не близкий
Far
This beating heart with rhythm so unique
My flesh with scars so mystique
Novels and stories should I speak
Sagas hidden in my physique
It bothers me
the culture
Tryna get rich, yeah, it really makes me nautious
They're the reason, some women, they have abortions
Hip hop, you was my very first girlfriend
I
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
sacred commandments
Ah! Please try and stay focused Jacob Hampton!
‘but miss I know the story told since my birth’
I must follow the curriculum
never can be white
Agonized, had my stories of being bullied ostracized
Just like any other child growing up, I ain't special
Just another lost voice out
incredible
That I get to spend these moments in my life
Knowing you in every season, every tide
Every story we share will be worth it
I will gladly take my
Welcome to, The Story Everyone Hates
The story don't nobody wanna listen to
But when you know you don't wanna listen to it
That when you know you
split right in half. Huh? What about you, Veronica? What's your birth? Oh, I get it. My birth story, brought to you by Medicaid. I gave birth in a city
Monologue shit at the end of the album but...
In the light of all the shit me and my nigga done been through past in a couple of...
Man like I feel it's
with a hammer by, uh uh, one of the three stooges, um, came into my house, uh, that's another story. But, I was watching tv and he popped out of the tv
to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me
You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here
You've made that
tale,
Found in rusty graves.
Another legend of a rebel.
It is my duty to uncover them
And always break any story left to rust.
I’m gonna rock out to their
by the
invasion of the other colourrace,with the sole purpose of
neutralising the subject in person of the other- race, and make him
feel inferior so
of the game
And I ain't never skip a lesson
You can tell by my grades
Sometimes I rock braids
Sometimes an afro
I'm a Nuyorican Cuban
That's Pun and Castro
Plus
I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
ain't taking my head
I've seen you take up my friend, you should've took me instead
You showboat and promote drug culture and racism
Pile on depression,
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
the clouds and I'm feeling we the best out
Three albums in and there still no time for rest now
Ayo, let me clear my head for a second
Lemme think about
a quitter
Every three months my house would get raided
This muthaF__in album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, ain't it?
Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
Throw
Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your
Smooth sailing over these beats as you listen
I've been giving a lot of hidden messages
Don't you miss them
As I free my soul from my own
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