Lyrics:
I am an anomaly
I'm blasphemy
They say that I'm living in a fantasy
I know that agent smith is after me
I broke out the matrix and now I can see
Come
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
homeless, my people still be
there, so I have a home, I'm just not there, being
not and all but held in being all but sent home to
turning through
are things I did as a teenager
No Instagram or mobile just a BT pager
Down by the statues with the crew felt like a star
two pound fifty for half
laps around the rest of these clowns
I'll put in work and cut my hands to shreds
Just to come up with results that demand respect
I'll never settle for
with my niggas they critics
They just waiting on bread
Asking when you rise up
Tick tick
About time
Forget that
I'm refining my rhymes
Tryna get y'all
on my right, 50 Cal on my left
A hundred stacks on my chest
Pick your bitch up, get some neck
All I care about is a check
Got a plug just to flex
Told her
to tell you but second
Best is looking better every day
You just don't understand I need a
Man I can't hold a memory
Aw come home daddy make sweet
Sweet
you gone catch a smith and Wesson
I don’t let you talk about it average pedestrian
Life and death don’t matter had to take another test again
I’m just
a drink every now and again
And when I go I go hard but smoking your mind
To mush in your bedroom that's just bizarre
Now one day oscar comes home when
the afraid observe I got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just 'cause I
in my throne
Now, baby that lime with that Patron
Have me talkin' crazy, it's time to come on home
Now, I talk with someone above
It's okay to lose
fantasies when I
love,
love being in the middle of nothing
'cause nothing is the crowd
I'm waiting the life to come at my ( house )
I've just opened
come from, I'll say a different land
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I count gates and numbers, then play the guessing game
just a wishful plan
Ask me where I come from, I'll say a different land
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night
I count gates
standing still, boy, that's just a wishful plan
Ask me where I come from, I'll say a different land
But I've got memories and travel like gypsies in
said
She's the lyinest woman in town
Oh babe,when I need attention at home
I'll just call you on the telephone
Come yourself,don't send your friend
sobered up quick
When I heard all that time that they gave to Taleeb
He got a life sentence plus
We just some products of our environment
How the fuck
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
think?
I come straight from a broken home
I slept in the car I was all alone
I slept in the trap I was all alone
I came with some niggas who will shoot up
together
By the skin of our teeth
You'd still pull it all apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
And I'll go it alone, call this house my home
Build it up again
not me
I'm just a regular guy
(Twinkle twinkle little star)
Come on yo I aint no..
(Yes you are)
(Up above the cloud so high)
Nah not me
I'm just
'm Knockout Ned
Who dat boy? That boy lame he don't have cred
I can't be in love with a bitch with no bread
No hard feelings I just love a bitch that's bout her
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
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