Lyrics:
you're afraid
Styles paraphrased in paranormal bars will blot ya
Leave you erased, there's no escaping The Darth Dotta
(Hook)
I'm hard to predict,
it's a robbery
Paint a picture of me they gone do it for cheap I ain't gotta repay 'em
But then I'ma be wrong if I set it in stone fuck 'em and say I
feather (boy)
Don't grow and get killed, by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real,
I want to paint
I can't paint
Why am I not a painter
My Polish friend says she needs to get drunk to forget
Where she lives
Same I guess
Stage 4
to the muthafuckin mailbox
Large check that I just got
Nigga might spazz out by the block
Ride by every bitch is passin out
They faint at the sight of my paint
I
fall one by one, this train's a runaway
It's time for some hard gospel
We look to the stars from a rock we've forgotten
Lost in a fog
Nowhere near you
bad things in a good way
I've done good things in a bad way
Keep a man close by working everyday bro not a day goes by
Never roll with close minds I
knows who's greatest
Your dedication for that is in the mural
You gave back to your own city, I can't fake this
Passing by remembering that you paint
It took a village
I wasn't raised by killers
I was raised by them scriptures
I was raised by them sisters
I was raised in the village
Game on this
satisfied
Another year
Lovers come and then they leave you
You paint your face and say you're fine
But you can't look in the mirror
Life will pass you by
Take
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
on that paint
I made it through the rain, make my neck a lighthouse
Make some diamonds bright now
Think that Imma shine now
At last it's my time like Etta
People have always ask me since I was young
Did you ever get dropped on your head by your mom
Or did your dad give you chips dipped in paint?
Did
I ain't done yet
Put the pen down
I lost a whole year
Going round and round
Trouble came and went
The real stuck around
Hard in the paint
We
Lately I been really feeling really down the low
Fade in, buying ticket for my memory down the road
Made it hard to know to paint my pain and let it
us employed
Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
The family watchin'
I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
Shots out to Eric, I
whether you a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, bitches
Niggas who hit playa, catch you in
In that custom paint, in that suede floor
In that California, that's really hard
In that California, that's what we on
Smell that strong, you know
crazy, or worse I'm insane
Compare me to James, I go hard in (Harden) the paint
I found a new way to harness the pain
Sippin' the 40 and sparkin' that Jane
screaming walls.
Hard to concentrate in my 7 x 12 cell,
Everyone watching my every move.
Even with these shrouds, I feel naked,
The windows talk to me
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
it’s ugly
Flossin and Bossin’ like the big three in Boston
with a paint job wetter than a toboggan
And I know your head bobbing
But you tryin’ hard not
here we go
No one ever told me that all of those that had known me would one day be in my music
Immortalised and the old me would hold me and say so much
Will
Come and speak to me, uh
Back off, cause you all in the way
Chris Paul, but I dunk in the paint
Walk in, ain't got nothin' to say
Drip hard when I
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