Lyrics:
trying to find my heaven on earth
Cause I dove in head first, heart been beating so fast and I think it might burst
Call the doctor, the nurse, take me
can you
Ain't shit sweet, bullets eat shit like candy
You can think you gon' creep, bet you won't see your family
I just popped at a opp, boy, don't be
ass friends be seeming so real at first
And these hoes will fuck yo boy to make you feel the same hurt
That's why I be by myself and that's how I'm gone
but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?
Who was talkin' all that shit? I'ma bury
rule
It was cool, wasn't mad, I had to take cabs
Made my first LP, afforded H-Class
My face gassed
'94, sold-out in every record store
Local hood rats
Yeah
Nah nah nah nah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I was raised by Blockbuster and Redbox
Where the block busted don't get caught up in a red box
I was raised with
of the
Year."
Now I've been asked by all the delegates--and members of the board,
To tell you of the funeral that won me this award.
It was handled with taste
(Started the tour out in Denver, Colorado)
(I made the first one but I did not make the second show)
Yeah, uh
It's safe to say I been this way
Astaire
So welcome friends welcome family
To the world of Hollywood
Tonight we gave you the men who made it good
From the day the cameras first began
knocked down doors for y'all that was locked once
I know they might never get me, I still put on for the city like the Lions first round picked me
I ain't
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
My Muskrat hides hanging by the dozens
Even got a lady mink, a muskrat's cousin
Got 'em out drying in the hot, hot sun
Tomorrow papa's gonna turn
we took up singing
And his pride grew greater day by day
And I know his eyes grew misty
The night I sang up on the Opry stage
[Chorus]
Now his
for the first time, like luga
Chrisin' nigga listen we holdin rugaz
You be wavin them pee shootas
We be blowin the sticky buda, to cancel shit I
(D4)
And this here's dedicated, first off
To my city (a dedication)
The lost city of New Orleans
But um, I wanna speak to my city
And I wanna let
everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
Fucked up thing about it is she
y'all, if I did drugs or if they did me
Nah, we were just doing each other
We were side by side like everyday
Didn't care if we ruined each other
Back
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
you at your mother's wake, smack you then I whack you with my snub trey-eight
I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family children
Like
these streets
Why you wanna hate on me
I got a family to i'm just trying eat
Why you wanna hate me
We all got a struggle, you just blinded by the hate
Why
Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying
Sister graduated college class
Your family always said you got gifts
But that's just a disappointment
How you gonna make it all of them kids?
I love them
it's for God and my family
Right
Maybe at first but then I feel like at the same time
I'm just broken glass
Drowning in brokenness
Hope is there
Yet I
you are the man
Tryna help others, give a helping hand
Tour the nation, see all the land
Just by my lonely, not in a band
Vibing on the beach, toes
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