Lyrics:
in Detroit
It's Destiny that you survive
Lucifer tries, he tried a few times
Times is trying so I
Be trying different hybrids
Left gun rule thought
brothers got killed
How I feel, I ain't feeling nothing but war in the air
Anywhere you go, anytime shit can get drilled
You better keep you at peace, you
house on my neck
Drop to coupes new foreign whip big drip
Bun a spliff fuss ting as mi wake up in the morning
Red lights on the smoke detectors go off
from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole
no mess
Now shit got hectic, cause mama was tipped
She'll tell you in a minute don't let your mouth get yo' ass whipped
Mama did it all by herself,
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
love is
When he's inside your holes (yeah)
Your holes
I can see that it's already over
Coming in my house
You ain't even sober
I've been chasing fame
house made him lead us to his stash pizzot
Ski mask over my skull, papers in my mouth cause I'm grilled
Bitch it's a house call, Glock nine with no
holding on the coupe
I planned everything
This ain't luck this ain't no fluke
KC caught a L about a week ago
I get it back in blood
Back on track
That's why
a swig, swig, swig, swig
Yeah, yeah
There must be something I can craft
To ease the burden of this task, yeah
I shoot my arrows in the air sometimes
Swing your arms in the October air
Both she and I
I hold her by the hips
On heavens stairs
Her eyes wanted a kiss
No cause for shame
Beloved
the attraction
Seattle's only historically Black neighborhood
Where Jimi's house sat in an empty lot
For hella years while community fought
To make a landmark
and I gave him full measure
But my envy grew like the corn in the field for in his house was my treasure
And I'd watch her carry water, or drive cows
domestic strife
domestic strife
The day was reaching towards a winding close
The man and wife were in the house alone
When blinding waves of hatred in him
through the air
Spirits crossing over to the other side
To rest in peace and never die again
And to be with long gone friends
The ghosts of those who
town, Bogarting
Your wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine: don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned
He was already drunk, and becoming slightly pompous; the pub jukebox blared in the corner, and outside, crowds flowed with supernatural ease through
Yeah
We in the championship
We was down 3-1
Yeah
(I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
Philly
Champions of the United States (Oh lord)
the room bitch
Pupils big they draining fluid
Weed in air around pollutants
Polluting air smokin' dope at the post office waiting for the tabs to kick in
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
Something to get us through the night
Anything to make us stay!
Whoa, this house we built gone up in flames
Pouring gasoline to pass the blame
used to be caramel skin tones, Sprewell rims on
Glass house, ass out, Jacob watch, gemstones
Bandanna, Nike Airs, tennis bracelet, wife hair
Black rag,
ain't gone do
Now look here boo, there's so many freaks up in here
And I done already been there, so I don't really care
Now you can take that, take
religious in the sense of blind worship
But find solace in the air of some churches
My worth is
Not determined
By skin or sin or origin
If it's open mic
I
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