Lyrics:
shootin', sike, I made you look
Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died
by
So here it is
Conscious to the fact that the rhymes that I spat
In past times just might overlap
If they do dig deep and cope with that
they fat
Don't mistake me for Norbit wHOA!
Ever since day 1, had to juug some
Momma told me
'better not run into these houses son"
What you mean ma? We
And now I'm in Versace robes, never broken hearted
Now when the paparazzi see me out in public
It's not normal, they say I've been spotted
Evan and Trey
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling
Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling
Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas
I walk
gon’ mention every Tech album he’s released to date
Cause that’s all the way from ‘99 to today
This year I went and saw you live in Brisbane, Australia
called Sosa
"Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the 'Bridge, I'm 'bout to go loca"
Left my rat beggin me to stay and stroke
stamping, their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
them kids my age were goin' TeenFest
When I was gettin' searched by a golden retriever
In a Cat. A prison while I'm standin' on an arrow
We used
kids hopin' up beyond sixteen)
Beyond Trayvon he lives in a song
I get feared looks, but I live 'round here
My house right next to yours
But I still get
day while Aladdin was playing in the neighbourhood,
an evil magician came by and began staring at Aladdin.
This is the boy I have been searching forever
before the day I begun
I'ma tell you how it started, from day one
Well me, I lived in >??I was ambitious and devoted til the day I'd die
I used to get
VERSE 2
I still go down that road that goes by your house
To see if maybe you came back to town
But you're never there it's just a dead end turn around
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
I was just in Las Vegas not
Long ago i like being
Out there i got in trouble i was in Las Vegas
I went in a strip club
And a girl got mad at me
fantasies when I
love,
love being in the middle of nothing
'cause nothing is the crowd
I'm waiting the life to come at my ( house )
I've just opened
millis and hundreds of this bread
I can have thee whole Highbridge coming for his head
Top floor, Glock's stocked in the top drawer by the 38
Bound
a new phase
Every second in an hour
Solve a new maze
Surpass friendenemies
Leave em in a daze
I'm glad i never fostered
Niggas jealous ways
When you
So watcha (watcha want) you kids are slum
And son got knuckles in his air force one's, come on
(Niggaz never seen it this raw)
But nothing's gonna
you know cause you two face
Leave the fight no wounds I'll name you scarface
You ain't named al pacino
But I got a house in a sacramento
Some deep ed's
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