Lyrics:
Paying it Forward...
The Older looked out the window. It was a great day to play, but which instrument? The banjo? The Ukulele? The Basuki? He
whores and gore under floorboards
Lords go splickety splat
London after midnight
As death strolls in through the windows
Hugging on ya kin folk shadow by
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
these unworthy children in here
Talking shit about me, yeah I really wanna fight a man
Treat me like Peter Parker, well lemme bring in Spider-Man
Swing
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
day by day
Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way
Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken
Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've
of the squad but they cannot coach
(At all) louis Vuitton holster
This for my niggas in the cell
And on they wall
They got a Nicki Minaj poster
The talk's over,
Turn around and lose pounds
Like I'm fucking Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in (beep)
Give it 'til he cop brick like
A wall with pig in it
And money coming
nasty purple fuzzy thing that lives in my wall
Doesn't matter, and to be honest I don't wanna know
'Cause thanks to him I've never had to deal with an HMO
on the bottle
Closet rockin' hella class
Celebrate accomplishments with bottles
Too many for a glass
So many successful albums
"Supernatural" got me trashed
But
Quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
Not red not blue not yellow but black
And all the spaces
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
别害怕
Don't be afraid
我会一直陪在你的身边
I'll always be by your side
你别害怕
Don't be afraid
有一天你也会闪闪发光
One day you'll shine too
Oh 别害怕
Oh don't be afraid
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