Lyrics:
"Your future, your future, I would tell to you.
Your future, you often have asked me.
Your true love will die by your own right hand.
And Crazy Man
a socialite
Michael liked the kids too much
Cosby on that sleepy sex
Usher passin' herpes 'round, Miller passed
What's next? Roseanne got her show pulled
Paris
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along then fight
Michael jack
Baby I'm so hard
I can stab you with my erection
Tell a motherfucker
I've been out here manifesting
Next to all my homies I think I might be
here
Yo, it's six million ways to die from the seven deadly thrills
Eight-year olds getting found with 9 mill's
It's ten P.M., where your seeds at?
christmases go by, and
All these winters reinforce this
That we're all gonna die, and my life is not important
Blacks dying they say it's us, system corrupt
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
future, your future
i will tell to, your future
you often have asked of me
your true love will die
by your own right hand
and crazy man Michael
will cursed
it, yeah
From Newark to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah, yeah
Toast to the kings, yeah
Toast to the queens up in here
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly
for my son I feed the fam
Man my house burnt down right here on Apex
Man I'm bout to cook whichever beat gon' play next
I don't take disrespect I take
love me loud
The next day you're so cold
Some days you're here, some days you're there
Some days you care, you're so unfair
Sippin' from your cup 'til I
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly
it
Bitch, I got it by far
Imma tryhard
Imma tryhard
What you talking bout, Willis in Die Hard
You don't see the fucking vision cause the blindfold
I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
Die motherfuckers die - Scarface
AOTP shit nigga die, die, die
Die motherfuckers die - Scarface
Top Gun of this rap shit
Cock guns to blast shit
die for you
Remind them niggas you gone die by yourself
Told these girl I got no time for you
Fuck around won't have no time for myself
Tying to win
find his silhouette
I'm out here looking for my twin, can't find his silhouette
Silhouette, silhouette
God spoke these proverbs to me, so I'ma die with
Bands coming in she so extra (she so extra)
I got my diamonds on my wrist, yea I'm next up (next up)
Woke up in a new Benz next a Tesla (next
JoJo reference
Had to leave your girl on read 'cause
She don't vibe to gecs and
I'm just tryna dance and die
Like I'm Michael Jackson
Like I'm Michael
Would you ride for me
Die for me
Or even keep right with me
Don't switch on the family and go pull a Michael B
Niggas be calling me brothers
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