Lyrics:
My pop had told me pay that money that you owe dawg
Self made I won't owe a nigga for nun
And you thought you was right but in reality you wrong
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
drives
You ain't there it's so empty
Time flies fast
I can still feel the twenties
Kiss me goodbye
Rock a bye for you baby
Moving on
That was pretty easy
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
like a gangster, but I don't bang
I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains
(He don't deserve it) Hell nah
So take it off your neck
Cause
the ocean i'm the rhyme minister
You can do the voting
Radio and TV can't get enough
Guess I'm living in two places at once
Always cried wolf but I never
Well, momma done told me
You might wander far, yeah
But nobody warned me
The road would own your heart
And so I'm saying
If you have to go away
I
don't have the land at that time
We don't have economy
So I decided to, you know
To talk on this one, because I can't rap
I'll call it ah open letter
feelings
I told em I got em
I check on his children
She say that im toxic I got mental Illness
What you spend at the auction i throw to the ceiling
I done
Making plays so i blocked her on my phone
She know im next so she won't leave me alone
I hit that bitch from the back told her once now she said that she
again
Just play a beat, I'ma crack an ice cold Heineken
The studio that Pac got shot in, currently I'm rhyming in
If you told my younger self that this
blown-out conversations
About nothing at all with boys
Who hover at the bar like vultures
Indulging in a war.
Agony told apathy,
“you ain't even shit.
I used
'Cause every time you go there, there's **** there
So basically, you and your girl over
And I know when she broke the news
You told her, "Man, don't say
to green
Get a cash cow
Rollin up green to breath, all I do now
I'm a new age, new page, new pave nigga
They die by my words so you'd think I'm a killa
I
now I'm reading your eulogy
Eyes so serious, you told me hold my head
Pursue this rap shit and go forward never backwards
While you gripped Tec's tight,
something that I'm sick with
Ayo I'm verbally vicious
You nervously suspicious
And niggas never talk to me straight
Always curving your pitches
Call me Urban
I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I
concrete dreams.
The teachers shun the chosen word,
And educate the losers with the absurd,
The system does not know the truth,
Radio edit hides the proof.
concrete dreams
The teachers shun the chosen word
And educate the losers with the absurd
The system does not know the truth
Radio edit hides the proof
sweet
But he's always saying that
So it's often hard to tell
When I wake up in the morning
My head hurts from all the beer
And all the shit you told me
'll leave you be
But if you need me, I'm in the tent left to Keith
Stop by if you need some development
Or love without commitment
Just lemme know before we
away
But you're about to get paid
You told girls I was wack
Shouldn't have did that brother
Look, I'm King tee and my payback's a mother
taught me that I got to snap
In the face of diversity so bring the controversy
The radio station won’t play my jam so I’m jamming the airwaves
Time for
phone
You told them that we were alone
Both of us already thrown
I can tell just by your tone
That you ready to go, I'm here for a reason
Clothes falling
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