Lyrics:
everything I have read,
Is gonna come to pass, it's gonna turn out to be.
Look the other way and shield your eyes from
The sun.
Because a day will come, yes
about me doesn't change that I hate myself
Dragging myself day by day then hang my life up on the shelf
Fuck self help, drag me back down to hell
Ever
on the days and times that approach us
Be on the lookout 'cause this year
Some niggas gettin' took out
Takin' off of the scene man versus machine
I live
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
whole life, so-
People are so burnt out, life can be so fleeting
People that shut down their laptop at five, want that balance in life, they don't work
, fade to Blackstreet
The homies got at me, collab' creations
Bump like acne, no doubt
I put it down, never slouch
As long as my credit can vouch
Monae (Sleepy Brown)]
We spend summer dreaming when we coulda be leaving [Whoo]
(Out here wil'n don't give a fuck)
(See you when the sun come up)
I guess
attention began to fade
And we’ll get it up to 88 and get away
Down passed the winding terraces and out of the dream
Right by the local market
the police
I'm a pay em out
She be fucking ops
She can't come to the house
If I find out she been talking
Im a tape her mouth
Then tie her up
And watch
anyone, anyday
Cause I've figured it out,
Here and the now,
Takes me day by day
[Repeat: x2]
Hey, will you come out tonight?
Will you back down
I got nothing to lose, I'm going all out
The deuce never stop, I refuse to play by the rules
Uptight, when you stepping into the night, right
Pigs
Saying that I'm weird, but y'all running from me
Now that I'm out y'all be coming for me
Now that I'm out y'all be coming for me
You can't come around you
Down will come emcees fake shit and all!
Verse One: Method Man
On top I be the show shot
The bomb drop
After shot blow your bumba claat
Finna be mobbed now
You better drop down
On your knees we fucks around
And come in like a snow plow
Finna be mobbed now
All our shows sold out
When
Daddy" would
Get your ass thrown out
Now when it came to partyin, moms got wild
Don't nuttin get old but clothes
And they come back as styles
("that's
pleas now, it ain't a secret
Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with
You can't run, you can't hide
Bad Boy 'till the day we die
Tell they all
when I'm silent I have to let so many people down
But the bell from the ice cream man comes to save the day
The winter comes, we do not wander, I
sleep tight. Let's call it a day.
Listen to, the lullaby,
of ol-gone, you know it's old.
Come on along Broadway!
yeah, brodway, yeah, broadway!
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
cause the simple, sorry fact of your existence, preston miller
is enough to bring this house of evil down
a week gone by, he’s wakened by a knockin
a sucka I'm snatching off his face
I could've beat the case but niggas telling gotta play it safe
By the time I hit them prison Gates he betta be out
Lord, You are the way
Yes, it's easy to say, But Lord, still, we fade away
I thank You, Father, for grace
Lord, I'm seeking Your heart and not Your
find yourself again
You will be happy to be your old self
Before the bad memeries come along
Before your happiness was gone
I tell you to shut your eyes
you've been missing
Boy I can't wait till you come back home
To have you all alone(As days go by)
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
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