Lyrics:
on a Friday but nah I ain’t cripping
You get cut from the team if you don’t fit the system
I thought my skills would trickle down like Reagonomics
I had a B
trombone
Looking down on 'em like R.C. drone
Mr telephone man give 'em dial tones
I ask what would you do like John Quinones
If your girl got boned by a big
act this way
Blame it on where i came from
Maybe we designed to be
The way that they want us to be
But don't be fooled by the illusion of the fame
If
track
If this were a class
I'd look like Rondo by the way that I pass
Y'all made outta glass
I'm made outta brass
Because when I rap
my words are so heavy
for you and me
A peaceful place, or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face
But
and how it sit on the rims
Or I could tell you why I'm hot and disappear like MIMS
But the bars there, put that on God, ask a atheist
And if I ain't
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
to start beef but spark trees, no cops rolling by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good
right there,
Don't know if I can bring the real back along, I swear,
Yes you can
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make
as a movie, now I'm acting up
Now you see the numbers stacking up
I realize my dreams are the results of the present
But I'm forever, so I gotta go get it,
before
They ain't never seen a nigga straight lose control
If this is the life then I'm living with you baby
No limit to all the things I do baby
This is
up, with the (?) why they murder us
But when the tear drops, and the few you bleedin'
so and let go
and feel
Fuck the famous, all about the game
couldn't take it
Up and left us almost fucking drove me crazy
How the hell am I supposed to raise these babies by myself
But hey I found a way to make it
Nobody know' how pure you are but you
I read a Quincy Jones interview this morning
He was like when you start making music for money
God walk out
love to dance
I'm a good dancer that's what I do I prance
Around you if we in the ring
I'm not a boxer but we can go ding ding ding
How many rounds maybe
and if motherfuckers is scared of you
And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you
the transition from a boy to a man
So if you wanna 16 that's forty-grand
Rappers talk a lot of shit but you ain't stoppin' us
Look you don't wanna bump heads
life
(Right?) but I also know that as a man
Some mud can turn to blood
When you want it off your hands
Woke up from my street dream
Came up with a master
cold hands on stolen land
I kick back, get that it's magic
I respect the math but if it's His plan, I'm all about it
Silhouette time, roll up under pine
these dreams are just shooting stars
But I'm the best so far
This life a movie
Should've played your part
Imma be like this 'til the end
And I don't care
spots the winter
If it ain't 3 mo freaky hoes want to have dinner
But I can't do it cause my schedule just to tight
I just phoned, Quincy Jones said
You've got all the stars in Super Mario
So why are you still playing? Your scenario is bland
Take me by the hand
I want to stay home
Tell me bout your
I could be your brother
I could be your rival, I could be your lover
I could prolly write you poems 'til you got a Jones
But I ain't Darius
Stereotyping the image of the images and this is what the image is
You buy khaki pants and all of a sudden you say a Indiana Jones
And thief out gold and thief
.jpg/226px-Etta_Baker_(cropped).jpg "Etta Baker")
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