Lyrics:
of herb!
I walk among the living hidden, but spitting, they bid me good riddance,
'Cause nobody knows what I've written!
Zecharia Sitchin' in Hell's
like
I'm stuck in milldew
Surrounded by fake people who don't
Speak the real truth my girl hate me
Think I'm creepin' with the duck
Or think I'm sleepin'
good Issa competition
Tyrna be vocal tyne be thoughtful
I never gon have enough education
And the sun goes by
I danced while watching the world that you
K, you can say he's low key
You might know my name, but, now, look you don't know me
I can be nice and flip like the Son of Sam
Nobody knows
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
in the chair
Doin' pumps like it's all good and dandy
Still gettin' gobbled up by Candy in the Banshee
'Member when Ricky sent his mans to come
she a fly chick,
Ask me if I'm single my first instinct was to lie shit,
Couldn't even lie shit she caught me by surprise shit,
Said she had a boyfriend
ascendant love you dearly too
Single parents, praise you for the shit that we make you go through
Everybody doubted my OG could raise a good man
But look
Wrapped in XLR cables
Up from my whiskers, down to my fuckin' kicks
Wreck-O was echoed in Gordon Geckos
You suckin' dick
Nobody be askin' me for
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
didn't book him
If I told you we went on an outing
I don't mean uptown
We're out for the pudding puss
By the look in her eyes she's horny
Better look in my
Look bitch, I'm out there
Camp fire lit
Boy Scout meeting's they talk of me
Even they leaders got memories of me, I'm out there
Forensic scientists
It's back to the hood again where
The enemys prospects look good again
Where the packs keep moving and the
Products got us caught up
And fuckin' our own
Get a new crib
Tell my lady take a good look around our new digs
This for all the times I was down feeling like I wouldn't make it
and you told me go
to raise our family today
It's gotta be, good, gotta be
It makes me wanna yell out to my people
It's gotta be, good, gotta be a better way to raise our
by his ride, learn from his Wise
So when we talking look me right in my eyes, word from the wise
Most of my guys is locked, some of them died
Just
Butta's still here
No doubt I'm thankful Mommy
Life's beautiful
I'm laying back like a cuticle (Whoo!)
Past behind me, present look pleasant
Future
some of these niggas are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you ever been bit by a snake
Take a minute to think if you can
you guzzling swine by The pint
Let this generation witness
False gods beheaded
And just remember Starvin said it
I want all the credit
Look at how
she miss
Excuse me I been drankin' miss I gotta take a piss
When I come right back you better what's the biz
You running outta time by the numbers on my
you want to know when you look at me
God knows I done been through and paid my dues
Can't change how you feel, 'cause it's - all
waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works
These cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt
'Cause
raised in hell like a note that's raised by Mariah
My vocals came with desire (let's go)
I know you feel my energy (uh-huh)
You think you lost a friend,
me where I'm at is me
I ain't even need no hand out
I was just me
I don't need nobody
Only one I need is me
Came up from nothing
It looks easier
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