Lyrics:
the fuck do they live to talk about it when,
A pale skin individual torch a school of kids
They hop on News stations, with Bullshit statements
Tryna’
just decided (hah), I'm the new king of this shit
Feel I'm the best since '96 (woo)
Used to have no electric, now my shows electrifyin' (ha)
Niggas
I hit the bank, cash out
Get in her homie, she pokin' her ass out
Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out
Put the foreign in reverse and I back
See I had swing lanes on da road now
Back against da wall and I know now
yea once I turn up know its goin'
Down
I grew up round poverty & pride
Where
thuggin I ain’t never scared, all these new rappers is very weird, ain’t impressed by the shit that they let me hear, I done bled for this shit I done shed
Listen up here's a tale about a white kid
That had to make some cash
Dropped out of school ain't never went to class
Sold a little grass, robbed
and what you call 'God'
Holy Bible to the Holy Quran
Everybody seekin' salvation
Some try to get it by smokin' dumb-dums
Some only feel it when they get
coming closer and closer
Pushing to the edge of disclosure
I know some from the block
Who I could never stop from coming in hot
It's not a problem though,
I want to know why these niggas hating on me
I be whipping past in a srt homie
Back when I was broke you left me by my lonely
You got a little money
is wild on these blocks its alot of disgraced niggas
I refuse to add on so my minds on this cake nigga
Let me be great nigga, this only for
the whole world stop like i paused it
Cuz the paint gleam like a new faucet
Put my team up watch haterz steam up
Hit the charts hard everybody clean up
My
Joes is selling all we need back at home
But I cannot help this feeling that I am all alone
Chasing Mario in my basement by myself
Locked up like
a wasteland, baby
It's a wasteland, baby
I want to chase powerlines coast to coast
From LA to New York and back to home
The country we paved on golden hills
the field with them umpires
Gunfire was my daily soundtrack
Thank God that I found rap
The flow is mind bending
Defined by my intentions
And not the things
dissing on me they gonna kill cross the city
Freeing them out the dawg pound
You know I keep it real
Come slide with me
Hit the opps block wearing my towns
"Ayy
We want you to do a video for beats by Dre"
I thought, "Shit, this must be my day, "
Let me set it off
So flylingual and swagnificently fresh
I've
So raise a glass to our friendship/
We had a lot of laughes, a lot of scraps you had my back through all of it/
It's a tough pill to swallow kid
We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks
And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case
We bring them stacks back I-95 and they exit
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme
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