Lyrics:
My Uncle James still pimpin' hoes on the street
I'm lit on trees like ornaments at least a quarter on me
I'm Country like my cousins in Florida I'm
At the junk show
Violator
Violator
Pills by the boat hoe
Welcome to Holywood
This where dreamer's come to die
Drugs, money, fucking and loathing
Tears up in
This is the remix baby
We got S James on the beat
S James on the beat o
DM on this one o
Give it to me, give it to me
American love baby give it
a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and we skate from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that
to talk
Understanding one another is key but it is difficult
I don't come expecting you know that or me by default
Don't mean to give the sound of arrogance
Inspires me to write
And I love it
Oh yeah I love it
And in one minute
My heart beats a thousand times
She's the reason that I wake up
And I write these
the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided
Straight light
the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided
Straight light
the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city
Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided
Straight light
She wakes up in the morning
She wakes me with a story
Starts of strange
But it's troubling
She falls asleep
But I'm struggling
And I lay still in
of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A firing squad, sensed the danger
When they're stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my
a feva' hotter than a freeza'
Hotter than your bitch shopping for
Me at Almeda Mall
You know your boy stand tall
78' hunnedhundred on tha' Ice
In my jar it
not for me bitches corny
And you better be gone in the morning
I can’t stop it it’s natural I’m scoring
So you better take this as a warning
Said we
it in her ass
But I'm not familiar with that
I'm not the student at the
Front seat of the class
Teacher's pet, a class clown
Cause I ain't go to class
Within a stormy sky
Why do I see summer in her eyes
And why is it so hard
For me to breath
When she walks by
Could it be the love in her eyes
Or is it just
Hey Kudo
They call me the thinker (Yea)
They call me the one that come with solutions
Yea yea
They call me that dreamer, the thinker
But to be honest
with it
If I get a bag then I might go act a fool with it
I popped out with the puffers on me
I secured the bag and I barely had to hustle homie
James
love it give it to me by the bundle
We come from the abundance that's the reason I compose this art
Without a fear that there will be no more to come
First class wall street please
Wallet wide open see
Everybody holding up a cup
No more walking in the streets
No poverty for me
No more crying under
to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering machine that
I don’t see me when i look in the mirror
It’s someone else staring back at me
I’m a ghost in a walking corpse
Who is haunted by who I can’t be
Me vs. me
I feel like it's me vs. me (me vs. me, me vs. me, me vs. me)
I feel like, I feel like (me, me vs. me, me vs. me, me vs. me, me vs. me
a fellow traveler in time
always cold and persistent
(Verse 2)
What is this vision before me
what is this glow
I cannot close my eyes anymore
(Bridge)
lie down by the fire
and if the neighbours hear, the neighbours hear
''cos they don''t understand / what you''ve got / in your hand
Oh it looks so
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