Lyrics:
For a disguise, east side niggas is back
Ain't heard your new shit 'cause you niggas is whack
I came to this party all by myself
But I won't leave by
slaps
I’m Christopher Wallace
At your christening
Fresh to death
This listerene
Got you listening
Glistening
The business IRL.
But
pack bitch
Now drop a jaw and just eat this dick
Cuz your getting fucked with ever line I rip
I've never been this cold
Maybe I'm too old
Maybe I should
Same old uh uh
Same old uh look
Go by the name Wale Folarin
A K A Ralph
I'm still over there okay
The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
doesn't wanna beat me
Tell me more, I'll get you out of this fight
We could never take him
For an eternity I'm stuck in one spot
I was too slow, and you'll
to Old Park, we all dark
We Black, please spread love, stats, facts
People told me pull over 'cause my tats
And I'm Black (Damn)
I'm just speaking these
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
to the old rugged cross
I believe that this life with it's great mysteries
Surely someday will come to an end
But faith will conquer the darkness and death
the Bible's true
Cause I can't pay this fucking debt
Maybe Jesus paid mine too
I'm hoping to see that yet
But I'm tortured by the faces
I know the hell that
even hire us for his videos
And I was proud of him
I was so scared today
There was blood leaking thought my shirt
from those old scars from being
even hire us for his videos
And I was proud of him
I was so scared today
There was blood leaking thought my shirt
from those old scars from being
duck
Ask me where I'm from I should tell you no lies
So many niggas with me you would think I work for Verizon
Ok enough with the lying you know I'm
Christopher Williams cause I gotta keep my promises
To stick to my roots and not dilute cause G this ain't two colors
I'm tired of seein these non rappin'
so smart that I'm
Gonna win a Guggenheim,
For good advice
(One more time!)
Benjamin Franklin was a charming old man,
He was always flying his
incredible and killed the Hulk (oh)
I wanna, roll away like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray look for dope
this sh together? I'm the glue
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said pl-Playin' for keeps
Someone said, motherf someone said
Don't
this Hennessy
I’m fucked up
I’ve been faded off that liquor way too long
Somebody better grab this blunt it’s hittin strong
Can I really go and finish
holes in his white tee, now his shirt extra red
Im getting too old what the fuck is a fight
That's why I carry my lead
Play with my money and mess with my
Damn, DNS is SO broken
When was the last time they updated this shit?
Seems like it's ran by a bunch of geriatrics
It's the Domain Name System, they
Mathilda with me
Now the dogs are barking and the taxi cab's parking
A lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me, you tore my shirt open
And I'm
I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost, I find I'm
all too well
Oh
(Oh)
(Oh)
(Oh)
And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much
Maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you
but I'm too clean for the choir
I require, what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream, "¡Papí, no más!"
Run up in your shit, just me, no mask
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