Lyrics:
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Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
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Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat
albums to play,
A little cypress for the sesh, yo big bong rips with big L,
You Can always find a W in weed when you take a Big L,
Picking strains like you
mentions
My Patnas chose a pension
My L's was suspended
Like me in 4th grade
Turning the heal
I can't front like baby didn't get the whole bill
Couldn't get
I just dropped the top up off my whip, now I'm gettin' lit
People askin' for another album, know it's gonna be a hit
Your friend is tryna rap, he
me
By my poetry writing bars Without profanity
It's catchy bending ways that's Flexibility
I ain't dead just so I flex in my Ability
I E S stressing my
Where is the soul?
Where is the soul?
My heart was chiseled out the stone out of the ghetto
And I'm breakin' the mold
I'ma do what I want, ain't no
your name is still engraved
I'll kiss half a dozen roses
and then leave them by your grave
Could give a fuck about the fame
You didn't love me yesterday
Ain't no more waiting on niggas,
Either u on by yourself or u not on at all they mistake for niggas,
Yeah,
Done being helpful,
Fuck am I nice to these
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
that I've changed
But really too much of me know that I stay the same
Wasn't focused on outcome with this whole album
I tried so hard to find my peace by
balling
I can hear the l heavens calling
I got scars on my heart a war wound
Look how many soldiers
We done lost
Can't trust yo partner he'll cross ya Way
the fuck you going now?
Not a day goes by where I don't think about you
Couldn't tell you how I feel so I wrote an album
She stole my heart, discounted
Cupid
been holding
Cuz after this
Know you off my map
I Gave you my heart
I was with it
You was worth an album baby girl
And I did it
I call it premeditation
to the L'Ermitage
We throwing red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad
your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave
your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave
sta vitaccia
History è l'album che mi lancerà
Vado contro ogni difficoltà
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's a moment of true heat
Roberto & Danny trying to live what
break my heart
But you won't let it mend
My love for you is dead and gone
It hurts that true but we move along
Yeah girl I know you on my mind
Thinking
that hit the charts
Album poppin so we hit the news
Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart
I'm not goin mad its the juice
Man its a free for
to preach about You there
Day by day I call upon Your name Lord
Day by day I bow before Your throne
Day by day Lord draw me nearer to Your heart
And I'l be
heart of a king
Turn my voice up
Ayo, the brother's Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll
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