Lyrics:
walking the back blocks
Looking for a by stander that he could knock
He spots a guy about the same size walking in a hoodie
Walked up to him from behind
to hell?
y'all ain't goin' nowhere
But in the same town on the same dirty ground
And I don't care how you livin' it up
I even got dead niggas shiverin'
(Pass the peas, pass the peas, pass the peas...) --> The J.B.'s
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I used to break my back everyday, totin boxes in a factory
I can't hear y'all turn it up
Motherfucker didn't know I was gonna go crazy over here
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
I'm back, know you sick
or get your ass capped
With a 12 gauge blast to your back
I'm not your average nigga, I'm untouchable
Shootin' motherfuckers full of rocks
The hell raiser
realize it was my grandmother 'til I checked her pocketbook
Fuckin' with the white boys got me back on crack
Better explain where the hell your TVs
yellin " wheres my piece at "
Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat
Got a gun n kicked in the face and i ran to the back "skat!"
Thru
wasn't writing raps ever since I was a kid (Nope)
Funny cause I'm passin' by
They never saw me creepin' up because
This guy, this guy
Gotta set aside
little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin'
walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says Hell I can roll 'em
â??Hell, I can roll â??em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!â??
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, â??For the Championship of the World
The Kid
The price for my life getting bagged by the pound
I miss the days
When I was safe outside my home
Turn on the news
A couple kids aint make it home
Due
I gotta love myself
Before I can love anyone else
I put my heart on a shelf
Right back to moving that bass like clef
I can't trust nobody else
I
muhfuckin drill
Call it Kid Ink baby, if you ain't know that
Niggas tryna still my swag need a low jack
Walkin round this bitch no shirt like Conan
Leanin
a muhf***in' drill
Call it Kid Ink baby, if you ain't know that
N****s tryna still my swag need a low jack
Walkin' round this b**** no shirt like Conan
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
Yeah
Slime
Let's go, let's go
Got sixteen niggas in the front, but I came through the back
Link Mamaba he just sent me a pack
I wonder how these
By the way, my name is INK
I swear I care what you think
But if by what you see
Not what you read, you still ain't feeling me
Then this chance
The post is taking a little bit longer
Since I lost the stamp to keep my messages safe
Though it gets to you, the ink's been smothered in water
As I
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
Figure skated through hell I was tearing the rink up
F****** with Tat Man he was tearing the ink up
Now the city on my back for real
Got it going right now
for it
Don't know the cards that you holding unless the dealer show it
Told her what the liquor would do, but hell she still a poet
I took a loss
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