Lyrics:
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
T-Pain
Bitches hit my phone but see
I'm probably on the plane and my eyes low
Like I'm Liu Kang
Niggas want that flame so I
Supply it and it's perfect
Hear
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
of ash in the air resemble myself
Like a leach the outer world suck onto me
Bit by bit it steals away my energy
Pressure tramples my personal tranquillity
Disappear in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs,
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear,
Yeah, that
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
Get down, gonna lead you by the hand
All around the streets of Rackrentland
Where housing supply can't meet demand
And the landlords have complete
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut, but you're
going
Téo, he was kind enough to let us play
The rest of his album on air today for you all
Is there anything else you want to say about it
Yeah, I just
trapped behind a wall where they tried to buy some time
But the shaft it was polluted and the air supply destroyed
The only one found left alive was Daniel
cups to fill
I mean if I don't do it there's no one else who will
Write a verse like a verse of the Holy Scripture
Haven't cursed whole album, this
feat. Animal, Trav
I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x)
[AZ]
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my
We act civilized
When there are kids around
We keep our rifles in the back
We've got air supply
We've got hunting knives
We dare you to come closer
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
are doomed
And their kids to be raised in tombs
The lies of those who lead
Their eyes are clouded by greed
Our waters, oh they rise- high tide
Our air
the air, bitches take their tops off
put the chronic in the air, then the shit popped off
shit popped off
[Verse One- Dr. Dre]
Late california night, out
Mikes
Or a lifetime supply of Air Force One Nikes.
Your Love Is
Like a one to your real
And 106 and Park or my own label deal.
Your Love Is
By the fucking feds
All running wild
Bottlenecking vitamin D's supply
So I'm trapped in quarantine lonely
Lacking in connections, intimacy
Dating apps,
I made it out the fuel that they supply
People say I should ignore them, not reply
But every time they spoke
It's like they spoke in dimes
'Cause I
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