Lyrics:
You know me well
I can't sit still
I was raisin' Cain
Now I'm raising babies
Time might pass me by
If I close my eyes
So I'm on the next
to hell
You lead them into wrong and you make it look so right
You lead them into darkness and make them think you lead them into light
But I know
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
gonna be alright
Its gonna be alright
Every time I look into your eyes you look back baby
Its gonna be alright
Its gonna be alright
Cry to me about your
Enter the classroom, all the looks on you, get detention after school
You grab your headphones, switch the Walkman on
Turn into mixtape hero, while in
would look so perfect
On a magazine or anything girl you would own it
Would you like some herb
Roll one up so we can smoke it
They be acting tough but
a trip to the place you enjoy
Euphoric feeling you're never annoyed
But if you feel that
You'll get paranoid
Sit back relax
It's time to rejoice
Into
another man's play
Into a house where the blinds are closed
To keep from seeing things she don't want to know
She pulls the blinds and looks out
to school for it
I was by ya side don't lie man you saw it
Everytime you hit me I popped up ready to ride
Look me dead in my eyes and tell me it's a lie
Ain't
by any means
Underwear peeks out the top
I'll let you know when you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you
Amy,
and threw it
Made me look stupid at my smartest
I felt like I was a target
The way we get into it, you aim for my heart like a spartan
You the Gina and I'm
You look better when I'm by your side
Let me know if you are down to ride
Promise baby I can get you right
Take this chance and let me change your
Don't be a punk, nigga, let it get into you
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, check it
Well let me hit it like this, fool Ant Banks is back
Still comin way tight,
before I was born
Get money 92 way
Deep in 92 waves
You can sleep in 92 graves
In 92 i was getting paid
Pull up in a Escalade
So much ice look like
you used to cut and had to go to the back of the line
Look back and you find
Tracks that make you relax and recline
Now cats rap about packing a nine
It’s off the chest
Why you always stress about somebody else
Started from the basement by my fucking self
Imma change a hundred lives to help me love
pain in this life
How am I supposed to feel right
I’m calling out to you for answers
I want to, take away all the issues
Not by myself, I need you
I’m
walk
It's 3 O'clock and the party non stop
I've been riddled by these 6AM thoughts
6AM calls, 5 different women wanting 6AM talks
4 door coupe I made all
you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you
like I'm dreaming
Yeah I'm questioning
What I believe in
Cuz you came into my life
By surprise
And it's surreal
When I look into your eyes
Eyes
I
made
Everybody body got excuses
Me and mine out gettin paid
Hit the booth around high noon
3 O'clock n I'm on a plane
You be tryna look hollywood
But
as great as this basketcase
And you mention all the crappy names
I'ma laugh and change this massive place right into masquerade
Beating half your face,
Rappi Pappi Produktion
We're seriously making this into an EP
Aight
Hell yeah
Actually, Raptor is an album, you know
I guess you're right
Oh,
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