Lyrics:
and keep it real
Ize that you're Divine, you've got more power than you know
This one's for the ones who've sold everything but their soul
TMC my nigga, just
the presence of a pool table in your community
Well, ya got trouble my friend, right here
I say, trouble right in River City, why sure, I'm a billiard player
do it, but not like this
Westside up in this bitch
A T-L-A-N T-A, I can do this all day
Had city on my back
But now I wear it on my neck
800 thousand
enough room for all the tombs
It's a war going on outside we ain't safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
Three hundred fourteen soldiers
nature to me
But my creativity has definitely been put
To a test since being in
This bitch i absolutely refuse to
Rap about being in jail
It's not who I am
the garbage in the snow
But that's not what I'm here to tell you about
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called
of mary jane
Know I'm bouta pack a bowl up and it's only 8 am
Gotta get my head up out my bed
But I can rid off all of these thoughts
Mento melodies from my
back home for buns
With my mum and her mates, watching re-runs
By day I sells draw with my mates you see
But at night I likes to watch romantic comedy
I
know I get around baby, that's just how the life be
I like a couple towns but you know my city wifey
And I ain't spent a month at home, still be in my
I sold my spirit?
I'm still taking blows at the Senate
Claims of Illuminati, I'm just tryna Illuminate
Praise to the most high, God, Jah, Allah,
And the gospel on tv
He got all of the transcripts
Back to 1963
Back to 1963
He said I sold my blood for money
There wasn't any pain
But I just can't stand
stepping with timbs all over the ground
Wish it were you
Shooters gon shoot but not at the rim
I'm aiming for you
I'm running the city with my n***** with me
diarrhea (Cassidy pauses)
You see I got a lot of knowledge, I'm gifted
WD-40 what I polish my sticks with
I be tryin' not to acknowledge you snitches
But if
Rock around my city with the top low
There ain't no place that I can't go
From the corner store to sold out shows
I wish where I went I kept my city
Lying in my bed, I think of you
That song goes through my head, the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
Lying in my bed I think of you
That song goes through my head the one we both knew
In each line lies another line full of sacred sound
But
been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked (yo)
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked (yo)
You know my lean nice and cold like some
in the alley is perpetually in heat
And she moans by my window with her glowing eyes
Staring into my soul
It's not so bad, only as bad as I depicted
want to snatch my soul from me like I'm Jesus Christ)
Compton, California, come and see what my city like
(Babies losin' hope when they see they momma
to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I
station
I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The monopoly board still in
station
I wanted to put my arms around it
But the conductor looked at me funny
So we had to say goodbye and leave
The monopoly board still in
know there's niggas that's molded by television shows
Opinion sold but most's stay null and void
A little gossip make little people feel more important
Mind is not a game to play wit all day
[Verse: Drake]
I've been hated by many, wanted by plenty
Disliked by some, but confronted by none
Since they
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