Lyrics:
about life I don’t kill
I am real I am embrace pain
Know niggas that snort cocaine
Loud smoke floating through my brain
Damn feels like I should change
man my age have got P.T.s.d
And I don't think that it's hit them
If you envision, the way that we're livin'
The things that we had seen, situations
basement?
I don't wanna play.
Yes, I want the fame.
My dad called me tonight, 12 v 2, boi you ought to be famous.
Word in, mother praying.
Humbled by Michael
nothing going on
They don't even fucking hear my songs
Took a different path, don't know right or wrong
It goes on and on
So I'mma stay by myself
Yea I'mma
If you're a P31 put yo hands up If you're a P31 put yo hands up
And if you don't know what that is then this song was written especially for you
bucked
Fin to let these boys, up on some game
On my last leg, and don't bite your fame
If you want to know, just how the story goes
From being in
'cause it's my property
You can look but don't touch it please (no)
'Cause I'm the jealous type and that bothers me
'Cause man are smokin' fat head,
paper (paper)
Got a seat at my own table (table), don't need no favors (fuck it)
Ida Street baby, smokin' green by the acre
M-I-S-S (S), I-S-S
And you know we came to help him
Break them walls down
I don't care about the status quo
I'm in the Business to be saving souls
Pick up my cross then I'm
nature
Contracts eye don’t sign not in my favor
Eye am a vessel of divine creator
One with the vines eye'm a generator
Picking up the signs guided by
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
Living in a fantasy world, don't look
Cause I'm playing the part of the lonely crook
The king of broken hearts, in this story book
I live my life inside
around my bitch, or would you screw the shorty
Niggas want shit from me but can't do nothing for me
I need a millie by 30, I need a billie by 40
Man I got
missed a court date, you stayed on the lawyer
And I know P. Mims gonna miss you he was really for you
Use to tell me to my face when I would bull of shit
Cause I know what I want
Really thought we was cool
Thought we was blood
Thought we was brothers for life
I don't count favors but I sacrifice
How you
And don’t say you’re a piece of shit
Almost like an invalid
Acting like a candy ass
Don’t wanna just be rude by calling you a fag
Keep talking, the dentist
knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne and Billy the Kid
Shit, all them motherfuckers dead
And did you know that every
and I will tell you the story
As we slowly rise to glory
Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice
Thugs or the cowardly type?
For every rhyme I write
Recites every day
and bang
If a nigga don't know better peep the game
SUC we running thangs
Finna smash me a nigga
I'm a young gun nigga by the name of Trae
Wrecking this
time you get cruddy
I spit that Holy Hip Hop whenever I emcee
That is unless I'm preaching or singing like John Kee
But no matter what I'm doing please
you don't know what you're doing
Or recognize the trouble you getting in to and you're ruin
And dig this man
I spent my childhood in a wild hood
And all
sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old
I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure
'Cause I know the smallest voices, they can
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