Lyrics:
and you're just sardine,
I got the 40 cal. tucked in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from New Orleans,
And majority of my city is routers,
They tried
with a new style
And it'll make you holla the top dollar
And all you need is your dog collar
Anything you wear we don't even care
If you come
trying to build our dreams live and in living colour
We will get there. All it takes is patience
Some proper preparation and then it's off to the races
of showing love but I wake up and damn near do it on the daily
If a nigga break down on live it get labeled entertainment
I would get so high I'm falling out
the name onto headline
"Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine
It be me
While I arose from the shores from Long Isle
While little girls sport
Just watch, I'ma do my best
Coming up, I get them other crews upset
Get them all mad by the views I get
Prolly why they wanna put a
Bullet through my
Who woke you up this morning
Was it the cockcrow at dawn
Or the sound of the alarm of your grandpapa clock
Tell me who woke you up
By His mercy we
A bag was chased by a nigga who ain't have much to make
He was only tryna put food up on his plate
He just tryna feed his family before it gets too
Street to Lakeview?
Steady got me asking God, why them niggas take you?
You use to live through my corner, now your new home up the road
Aye aye
Gone but
Finding a way, hide it away, waiting for change,
Things are the same,
Moneys to blame, they blinded by fame,
Back in the day, you carried your name,
burnt like gonorrhea, see ya, i won’t wanna be ya//
Pages in my story, kinda difficult to read ‘em
My perspective is so different from my living overseas,
a face up when it’s feeling down
The most common denominator
Of materialism
The start point of growth
When you deal with capitalism
It’s a shame with every
There's tomorrow is a new working day
Some guys fear Capital Gains Tax
Some people more then get by
Watching through gates from their seaside estates
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm
conscious'll play
Someones in trouble then it's gotta be Jay
Do you like my new flows
Yeah I got them today
A vet now til 12 I was an up-comer
Got a feeling that
Free mind, free thinking
Close minded is something I'm escaping
Leaving out that pyramid which is the basement
New chapter of my life, bye to the old
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Bow down before I make a phone call
Got twenty-five niggas running up on y'all
For the cheese we want them keys
Everybody freeze on your knees
Butt
Brown baby
Brown baby
As you grow up
I want you to drink from the plenty cup
I want you to stand up
Tall and proud
I want you to speak up
Speak up
Every breath I take I live to be great
Theres no success without some mistakes
G O D is watching over me
Till I D I E Im born to live free
Every
Every breath I take I live to be great
Theres no success without some mistakes G O D is watching over me
Till I D I E Im born to live free
Every
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
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