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killed by the cops
And little Eve getting rapped
By his step pops
Crazy the street raised me
Check it, now I'm inmune to it
Spike Lee like Nike
So
and around and
I know when a man gets scared to fit-in
He thinks it's right to link with wrong crowds
That's when they get so careless to things
But you gotta
Hussein he stuck in my veins he itching man I gotta get him away
Adam and Eve the apple and Cain including the serpent are all my slaves
Such a shame Mary
ain't a sprint man, they're in it for the long run
Yeah
They put the radio on
Help the days go quicker when they're snailing along
You hear em humming
living the dream
And then I got lost in the sauce
Don't know where to go
That's Adam and Eve
Thirteen, thirteen
Thirteen, thirteen
I was balling hard
and hoarding
Forcing portions by the Man
Scraping and scrounging
Just to hang in one more day
You got to give to get
Then give it all away
Ease up
Ease up
You
too much though
I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'
I guess there's just us two
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was
Young DaVinci
One more year that's one more down
And one more birthday
Can't keep count
New Years Eve full of smoke and clouds
Shot girl coming over
Really out here in the garden no yard man but I'm planting trees
Gotta sow my seed, in hair and I don't mean weave
Gotta keep faith like Moses close
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
know)
Each time I ride by (You don't know)
Each time I
And as time goes on
They reconcile that they found that one
Gotta lifelong bond
Endured pain that
pull through?
Will i do it right?
Would i even fight?
Fuck it
Never gotta think it
You just gotta do it
Stick by the ones you love
And when it comes
On the limb cut down in the middle of the night caught in a trap
Cursed by the crown of the wandering man who was never coming back
Stuck
you know, you
Gotta have something to show for it, man
You know what
I'm sayin'? Where I come from
Niggas ain't too successful, you know?
So, I like
let the kings in
I start ringing MCs
Go radio, I start swinging MCs
I was in the trenches, everyday grinding
You couldn't say a man weren't
shirt
Got rude, that didn't work
And your girl looks like she don't work (Mental)
Man wouldn't beat that even if I was burse
Hear me on the radio
bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
So basically you got got bitches
I got, I got'em (bitches, bitches)
You got'em, got'em (Yeah man, so many bitches everywhere)
We got'em, got'em
So
Say yeah, 'Trakk!
I apologize man, it was last minute
So me ask for this in advance
SLR, yeah
Said they lean on me
Niggas tried to dream on me
There's something bout you baby
I ain't gotta clue baby
I want the real thang maybe
You want me too baby
Ayy some of these pics you DM'in
to get half of yours then a negus gotta work times two
You can catch me cruise
Just going 'bout my way
Cup of ice cubes man today's a good day
But let
Wanna do a drive by
On every record label in the nation
Searching for the bright light
Gotta get the sound right
Someone said I heard you and you're
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