Lyrics:
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Lets go
Yeah
and everything that I know
Just to reinvent my image of health
If heaven is real well it's been blemished by hell, deeply contoured
But if god was a chick she
When you up top the target
Giving collateral damage i'm killing it
Real life road runner they
New drip is of season (I, I, I, I)
When you're on top
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
an aspiration
But what would happen if
You reversed the situation?
Black rappers claiming they clap a
Black in the face
Talked about killing white people as much
I'm high by myself, I just rolled up
Alone with my thoughts
But ain't thinkin' about much
Don't call a nigga 'cause I won't pick up
I'm high by
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the mane
Oh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I'm on my way
Let's go
back the hell up
(I'm Hot) Dj'd know what time it is
Kid Capri, Flex, S, Clue or Biz
It is off the lid, spot's type crazy
Cats up in here got more
to give you guidance but not say too much
Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve
Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb
or a kosh out
I been in some sticky situations
I ain't lucky, black magic's how I got out
I've been a victim of police discrimination
I've already clocked 'em
it's the D.R.E.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Kept my ear
that a little nigga had
That Deuce Deuce, dawg, man, that be my fuckin' dad
Hell, no, low-key got the dough
Key to my heart, period, with the .44
I
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
me, Black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
Rough
me, Black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
Rough
Black cards (black cards), gold cards (gold cards)
Duffel bag (duffel bag), made by Goyard
Can't get shit from Blank, bitch, he a shark, he ain't no
your favourite rappers
Selling CD's was the only way to make it happen
Going viral on Facebook in the age of classics
Will not read your letter man but
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
biking
She really excited
Gone off a Vicodin
I'm high as hell, on alert, they be eyeing shit
Talking on black and white then you can try me then
Cat what
trust ya heart
What I'm telling you is key
Don't be fooled
By the image that they copy from
Just go be authentic
If you want you some
Nothing wrong with
It's been a bloody day from hell
I partied hard and now I'm done
It takes its toll on your mind and body
I'm walking home towards the rising sun
Up in my area
I'm scarier alive than a carcass
My blood is black and cold
And I'm told my soul is the darkest
By the big guy downstairs
I throw a hand
the light
Genius ain't measured by some school district marks
Baby go head, show the universe a champion
The 144000? It can't be them!
Young mastered
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