Lyrics:
The Chi bumping Common
But the only thing in common
Is crime and more violence
I play a little game, you say you fly
I’m over fly
I’m the pilot that’s left
of age my mama’s defender,
Can i rewind,
Can i have more time,
Can I could go back to the past to make all that was wrong into all that is fine
Can i can
got to have strength
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
attacking leo dicap
Whenever I choose to rap
They wanna do a remix
But ya bitch love my features
I could tell by her get up
Probably have a kid if I let her
danger out
Ex runningrunnin' banger out
Either the chaser or the knuckle route
Can you believe the bond I have when
People saw
All the efforts taken just
scratch on me, I must be dreaming
If GOD aint real then what’s the reason
If there's breath in you then there’s a reason
Yea
That's right, I'm still
you daddy
But if you don't mind
I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
nephews peddle bikes because they special
Let you tell it man I'm fallin' well
Somebody must have caught him 'cause
Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike
staircase
Do nothing but watch
Yes that would be funny some other time
But that I don't have enough of
I just looked
There's maybe six seconds
Fuck
You must
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? You wanna lose two legs?
You tryin' to flip this on me?
If I spent more time with you, you say
"Okay, yeah,
Became
I Was Just A Little Boy When My Dad Split ,
Typical Statistical Shit When You Young And Black,
Wit No Father Figure Figured I Be Trash,
Uh, I pray to god I see heaven
I swear to god I want the blessings
Put it on my momma, ain't no more stressing
All of my niggas gon' have them
supposed to when all roads lead to Rome
Walked around for years and felt like all I done is roam
You would go crazy if you spent a night inside my dome
Why
all bad, oh my God
I don't have time for stress, no more time for disagreements, no
Too many girls, what you call that? (Let's go)
I got too many
independently
Or that your little team's the only thing that's under me?
The notion that you're more than a drop in the ocean
Of the hundred plans I have in
independently
Or that your little team's the only thing that's under me?
The notion that you're more than a drop in the ocean
Of the hundred plans I have in
have met
Who gives me love and a certain respect
Just a little respect, everybody needs just a little respect
That means you...you...
And in
die, 'cause I'm not here by myself, I'm not here of myself
You can see that God must be back in me, otherwise
Where would I get the strength to say
confident that I am a more
Consistently stable individual ever since
I began drinking this god-like cocktail
Of chemicals every day
Thank you, coffee gods
special purpose. It must seem that I
have failed you and condemned us all to oblivion, but
fear not! This hell is only a test of your faith and
resolve.
better know where your God is
Before my plagues hit your poor lord
I leave more doors crossed while
You're crossing into Mordor
Excuse me! Your rhythm is
to play
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin'
I add your colon to my
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