Lyrics:
you're by my side
It's a treat just to fucking breathe
The air you breathe out makes me come alive
For you my heart beats a melody
If loving you's a crime
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
the gold
Don't turn to a sellout
Or you'll be the one who fell out
Don't want to start searching for clout
'Cause they'll know and they'll shout
So we better
you think
Don't have to be proud of me
We are the ink
That's the truth of reality
This is the ending of my album titled Reality
This message is for
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
of Poetry. Being on the road, touring cities, countries, and continents. Older was a well-known hired gun for the biggest stars. ‘You must create content.’
there’s nothing more to me I can see
You said stop that, baby, boohoo
Cry for me like Jodeci and I will tantalize you
Open up like blossoms bloom and I
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Let me tell you who I am from the beginning
Let me tell you why I'm called Transparent-C
Let you how I fell down got back up
Got cleaned off got
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
line from the
Hottest rap song of last week
Man, this fool in my hometown
Rappin' 'bout a Rhianna text
You musta fell and snapped your neck added
Trauma
where you think i get my beats
This is what i been for i just hope its been for me
But it ain’t really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping
Yeah, we could be superstars (I gotta get this off my chest, ya heard me?)
We been rather wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
I forgive you for
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
the backrooms
You made for the slow lane bitch ima zoom
Street race line up exhaust go vroom
Nitro on us press a button and boost
Hellcats by the dozens we gotta
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust an O down wit ya man, hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime
6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
a picture for an album cover
Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
I hear my family hollerin he needs us
Durin
seeing me on the side
Quote me up in your thesis, I deserve a trophy for some of these quips
You're surrounded by pussies like you're the only brother
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