Lyrics:
know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
should smack you right now, that's what I oughta
Do, cause I don't play, I just get straight to the point
Mellow Man is in the house gettin funky in
boom)
It's fucked up, I heard my man told to come home early
Your daddy a bitch, that's what I told his son
I listen to rappers' albums, literally
as a kid
I was still tryna get rich
Put my mind all in this shit
Put my grind all in this shit
I put my time all in this shit
Just hoping one day it will
Slaughter's back, listen nigga I got houses all across the map
Even got a Boston pad, got this bitch from Boston bad
Well put her in a wrestlin move, but I
disguise, ain't showing any remorse
But that's just hearsay
It's not some shit you need to see to fear it anyway
I got a bachelor's degree in capping by
took a second mortgage on the house
That's to pay for me to go down to U of H
On a partial scholarship I announce in a couple days.
Bet the house on me
and the devil pouted
Hell is crowded full of people that's 'bout it, 'bout it
But I strive to be God's man and proud about it
Hands in the air for Jesus my price
Pss, yo, yo, yo (yo son roll!)
Oh shit, yo, yo, run!
Aiyo, I jumped from the 8th floor step, hit the ground
The pound fell, cops is coming
lady
I let you ride with a player in my new truck
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up
And back down again, get around your friends
in my album
Fuck all your incomes
I don’t care 'bout no outcomes
My pockets are empty
My pain is full
My anger's outrageous
Outraging you!
Homie don’t
the universe had become a full circle
In high school I got my
Own robbed for guns sake
Where my homies drew the
Blueprints of the house
Leave my momma one day
I
tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got
we were about to lose the house that we stayed in
I was trying to be a rapper, we could've moved in my parents basement but couldn't bring you
Really
Regardless of my feelings, my reality was softer than the clouds on which I blissfully would gaze;
For days I lay in dancing emerald seas.
For weeks I would
Gary Busey
(Crazy!) How the fuck could you son me? (I'm Shady!)
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don't know, fifth month, black
the stories and the treasures that I found
Is it the chronic or the tonic
I'm smoking on exotic and my house in the tropics
How you gonna gossip when you don't
AND ADVANTAGES
SAD SONGS AND BOXED SANDWICHES
DAY IN AND DAY OUT
I'D GO TO OLIVER'S HOUSE
SOMETIMES I WOULD PLAY GUITAR
WHILE HE'D WORK A DOUBLE SHIFT IN THE BAR
track out no interest
In how the fuck you are cause uh business
Act but don't care I
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
purpose in music
To where, when I'm home, and I come home
Outside of like playing with my son
If I go three days without doing music, making a beat, writing
and dropped a EP
Dropping every day, got my music on repeat
Put the Rolls in reverse, back up, it go "Beep Beep"
I'm 3 for 3, on albums like LeBron, it's a 3
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
this shit
Make sure that they hear me when I'm on
Duck in the pond and it's hard to get rich
They don't wanna see me win
That's because my lineage
My
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