Lyrics:
Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
I'll catch P and Silkk the Shocker right after the Grammys
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run
worms in his eyes his blood dry as dirt
All bones with little chunks
Of mummified flesh
Even the bugs in his bowels will
Be repulsed by the stench
Hungry
will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
Tell me...tell me...
(Verse 3):
I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up
I've done lost
Yeah, one love from Portland, Jamaica
Alborosie and Dada Son, yeah
(Whoa, yeah) Gramps Morgan, ay
We say one love from di east of Jamaica
We
wait
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All these times when i will drive my Muslanne
All these times when i will live by the beach
Uuu yeah
will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in
I smiled
Picture jewels being handed, to an innocent child
I never knew in my lifetime I'd live by these rules
Initiated as an outlaw, studying
coming off hard,
One thousand ideas of sympathy. let's dance, sex symbol symphony time for ambush.
Eight twilights in a frame, all eyes on portland
thing I drink is fruit punch
Okay son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin' officer?
thing I drink is fruit punch
Okay son you wanna turn your car off
And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please?
Where we goin' officer?
to live it
But that doesn't mean retirement
But I don't like who I am in this environment
I forgot what this art's for
I didn't get through Freshman
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
with my son, in size 8
Prior to they release 'cause why wait?
Look in my estate, I got electrified gates
For these blasé guys hating at a high rate
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
my time, I'm not good enough for it
Or I'd think – no one will understand me, they'll ignore it
Which ran in contradiction to my fire and conviction
Daddy will always love ya
Wait, please wait
I finally learned what it means to love, two sons
Wait, please wait
I finally learned how I need to love, two
'm out here chasing this paper that forthcoming
The world trying to take me by force and I'm still gunning
Far from the win I'm in fourth and still running
Will I ever blow
Only lord knows
No I aint Derrick
But I fucking Rose
Look at the path I chose
And the way I live
I regret so many things that
the Glock
And have to cap facts like a Snapple top
I bought the team with me, racks is in 350
That 9 and the Glock will put Shine
Shyne in a box, I'm P diddy
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
watching you
Beyond the ocean I will wait for you
Blindfolded to sins of men
Tonight we ride
The chosen few
We are sons, sons, sons of Triglav
Bounded by
To wish and wait from day to day
Will never keep the wolves away
So into the woods, the time is now
We have to live, I don't care how
Into the woods
To wish and wait from day to day
Will never keep the wolves away
So into the woods, the time is now
We have to live, I don't care how
Into the woods
civilized people, but far from equal
I hope I live a long life and get to see my sequel
My son, my seed
Watch 'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me
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