Lyrics:
Stuck in my room at the hotel
Whatever I do I'm covered in sadness
Why you so heartless
Is it day is it night no I can't tell
It's summer outside,
sons grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The C needs coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see who's
day I see my dream.
Ev ev every day I see my dream.
Every day I see my, every day I see my dream.
Every day I see my dream.
I see my dream son
paid man
I've got two sons man
I need to feed my sons man
I'm going to stand on the streets
And sell this album man
Like DJ Sbu man
Like how Dj Sbu
son
Just to see that look on his face
When I walk in to this house
He runs up, we embrace
Bless me to love my wife right
In deed, not just what I say
in the Range is on they way up
Flippin, pistol grippin, I know they clippin
The hallway, got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't
when going up against me I see that
You wanna make a threat don't even test me
Just wanna get an album out play to a crowded house
with a name that
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
house
In Heaven, let me be
Somewhere close where I can hear R.W. sing for me.
The road... the road... the road of Calvary.
And, God, if there's an old
payrolls, living the lifestyle
You couldn't be in if you was to see it right now
I think I see it right now
They judge me every day, life on trial
Take
give you thе time of day
Fuck what Simon say he tellin’ liеs again
Cos if crime don’t pay then I’ll resign today
There’s streng in numbers, 38 special
balance
But God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
Why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when
blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
That's why you see I'm livin' in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
'Cause you never know when could be
It's been a while since
I've been around
My momma hit my phone
Like what's wrong son
I miss my child
I jumped up
In that water with piranhas
Tried
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
open
I don't know how I got the gift I'm chosen
Making all these songs na I won't stop flowing
Still got big dreams big house by the ocean
Still I
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
So many z's, but no one's dreaming
Come to the house
You gonna get roasted
Sorry to the people that I ghosted
I was in album mode
Creating shit while
been throwing punches, I wish I could call some audibles
I been smoking, wait, wait, hold on, look
I been drinking liquor hoping it can clear crowded
Christ
But even God's son had to make a sacrifice
I'm swimming in my thoughts and it's mad deep
Cause go getta's don't count sheep, we lose sleep
Busy
cursive style
Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names
So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim
Pressure to pian, are you able
(Hahaha)
We let the music talk (Drought 3)
And by the way (what?)
It's Santana (it's Weezy), I'm back (yeah)
You dudes gotta stand in the mirror
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