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sour, growing wise to the lies[00:30.56]And every time I spit bars, I open new eyes[00:33.58]And make them realise they're controlled by TVs in their
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
and secondary
'Cause I seen my friend and brother get married the same weekend
Meanwhile, me and my girl are barely even speaking
Man, new beginnings and harsh
an automobile
And words are your wheels
Phil There's an old man with all he's done
In his 98 laps around the sun
Somehow he never learned to read or write
nigga
I'm aiming at your Beats by Dr. Dre, nigga
I put up some ornaments today, nigga
'Cause 'round here, every day a holiday, nigga
This that Sorry 4
covered her ears
We'll have you runnin', man
I hope you're an athlete 'Cause, dude
You just went down the wrong backstreet
Now I'm a bit confused
'cause
hood
Nigga it's all to the good
That's how we do it in the 9-8 no playa hate
Just take some shades and regulate
And represent the Golden State
And get
than your average bae
But please tell me which girl am I
Which man is gon' stick by my side
I know that I flyer then fly
But that ain't gonna matter if
Kick up a fuss again too
Cut back again to a girl walking by
Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks
Climb an invisible soap box
Laughing
Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another
Man
When I look down, I can't see my own hand
I pass by a mirror, there's nothing to see
Only a shadow
Where my face used to be
Ol' Man Winter is
My Soul
This the Darknight of the Soul yeah
That there's an invisible man
Living in the sky
Who watches everything you do
Every minute of everyday
This summer time I balance out the hurt
I done put in work
Moving out I plot that by the first
Ima do the work
Just last summer a hunnid miles
I used to walk down the streets on my way to school
Grinding my teeth to a rhythm invisible
I used my feet to crush dead leaves like they had
at night, my fingers stiffin' in tha cold man
I lost my old man
'97 was a cold year, '98 was a slow year (Talk to 'em nigga)
'99 was a grind you ain't seen
I woke up in car at night, passenger side
With an invisible driver going 111 miles per hour down an empty highway
Except, it wasn't as empty as I
fake
I keep it more than 98
Exceeding my limits, I don’t gotta wait
I get it by any means, so why would I be nice to you or to your face
(Hook)
I ain’t
Yeah she may look gritty
When her man come back she gone look so pretty
She the Church
You might see her acting crazy
Be patient with her tho
So 98 percent of those friendships, I had to end it
I'm to old to be worried and keep pretending
And I apologize to some of the people deeply
like it's food
Carry on, I am that ramblin' man dude
Updated, I was born to deliver car songs
D still drives a Caddy, I'll mess with a Dord
Now songs are
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
the end of our time
Scavengers will eat the remains of man
Our extinction was by our design
Beg for your life, you won't escape the knife
Your fate
of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin'
Any man plannin' to battle'll get snatched outta his clothes
So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin'
I'm
this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice
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