Lyrics:
On the top flo is where I wanna be like Don Jones
Get me my big break
Smoke every rapper in the booth like I'm takin a cig break
To go to war with my mind you
lines
Like my destiny my future man i think i meant to frive
Like my destiny my future man i meant for some place high
Like higher then this because this
he been a killer since
He was 12 years old
The price of being guilty by association got
Me places I ain't ever been
Like in back of the swap meet
at George Washington
Carver High parking lot took my birthday money my momma had
Saved to give me, I figured that really made me a monster
A firm believer in
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
Hold up! Everybody who's got love ones locked up in that system
Say man if ya people locked up
You need to stay down wit'cha folks! (Stay down wit'em
Born again
Reaching high
One day I will fly
You and I
Siblings in Christ
We'll soar beyond the skies
Yeah
This is destined
For all love and mercy
I
took place in the world today? I've been summoned here
Today to reach the people who still can be reached, to save the people
Who still can be saved,
on the corner, gonna see to that
Some like to smoke and some like to blow
Some are even strung out on a fifty dollar Jones
Some are trying to ditch reality by
Trying to ditch reality, by getting so, high,
Only to find out, that you can never reach the sky,
because your roots are in, Soulsville Oh, yes they
Men
So this generation
A burden upon themselves
More so than any other time in history
We falling by the wayside
Where our leaders at
Claiming that we
Albums are going to be platinum
Grammys solid gold
Real ones in the jungle relate
Lions, tigers, and bears
Oh my
Hakuna Matata
Ohana
Osama been drinking
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
Imma massacre the people imma reprobate
In sixth form, the lines started to connect
Got handed the Mathers LP by an old friend
Shit was a casette,
Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones.
Once he had the blues
So he took a cruise
Far away from
Trying to ditch reality, by getting so, high,
Only to find out, that you can never reach the sky,
Because your roots are in Soulsville, oh, yes they
up everybody get up
I go by the OG the number one spitter
I wanna get you high but sina teke so I take it slow (Kayole 1960)
And after we touch the sky
They said keep making references
We made a album
You stuck in the middle
So you kinda feeling like Malcolm
I just did business with a dude
Named
smile plastered on or do you have it naturally
cctually I'm just knowing this the matrix in reality
So ain't no way that I'm getting misplaced by
albums in a row
Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe
It's so easy, if ya know how to get it
You'll never be another broke-ass nigga
We got top-notch
Oklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the Shit
Oh, they call me cowboy,
Daddy barely had me Indiana Jones
Up in your bones until you own it
I come in fifty shades and flavors
Ice cream paint whip, daddy
Gettin' fuckin'
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
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