Lyrics:
'll understand on day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
How'd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
burden down
Under the ground, of this town
In 1796 I'm told
There's a day on which John Prince was born
He was Richard and Mary's first son
And he was
I'm tryin' to push a different propaganda
In an industry where the MOST
HIGH GOD is slandered where Jesus is a joke
Cats don't take Him
she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50
on
Y'all are wrong
I'm not off to start a war with T-1000
Bout to shout in a crowded live house and louden my rap
The doubters be drowning in my saliva
The Neighbours n' The Brave
But the best thing is I have 'em, have 'em in empty PS3 cases n' wrote the album
Names on the cases with sharpie, got 'em sorted by
a cold day in Hell when I fail
I stand behind these bars like
I was in a cell no mirrors in my house
I don't wanna face myself
I'm messing the game up
Like
round")
Look I'm fresh back from out of state, JFK arrival
A big spliff in my ashtray, July sunny day
And I'm feeling idle, slide through Medina, son
the homies right now
And momma used to say
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you out, out
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day
like a lighthouse
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, let's go out back, Steakhouse
I'm in the bouncy house I know how to jump
Never go low, I'm not in a slump
I can
to go
I can't even fade 'em
Yeah, so what you gon' do, man?
I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head
Bust 'em in the back of they head
For those lies
I got real beef in the streets boy you ain't no threat to me
I been through way worse then you have still made it out a G
You ain't never been
Complainin' that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques
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
and it's hot
A day at the swap meet coppin' a fit
And the whip, get a shower and it's straight to the Strip
Yeah I cruise by passin' slow as molasses
All I
tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
When
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
live with what you got
Mixin, I'm in the kitchen with the rock
I'm in the spot like the middle of a prison block
And you're nothing to the planet but
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
that brooklyn shit
It's the day
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right'
Yeah yeah
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock
I told her please don't leave
Your grand daughter's two years old
I dropped two albums in the same month
Doing anything for cash, plus my trap
of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (yeah)
In
chico!
Just idle the car while I run in to the super Mercado
Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo
Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab
Only this time, no
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