Lyrics:
I'd like to know, are you really for some super-dynamite sou
Introducing the world's greatest entertainer
The amazing Mr. Beat-Beat himself
brown-nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind
We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind
And the border meant freedom,
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want to see the penitentiary
Way after elementary
Thought it was cool to look the judge
In the face
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
to be the one that I'd commit too
Here's the tissue, yeah, here's the tissue
I never wanted this to be the way I left you
But you gotta do yeah what you
wealth
But we're rich in love
We're what they call
Millenials
Gen-X, they left us
To fend for ourselves
We're what they call
Millenials
They can judge us,
What do ya say there, guy?
Mustard, ha! It's the remix!
I love this one, here!
D.T.!
Prof. Biz!
Miles Minnick!
It's a Kingdom connection!
Yeah!
judge, If you don’t mind could I’d like to check your behind for that tattoo
Damn right I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I said “I do”
Because I realized as time
the judgement for
You don't know me? Oh, that's right
What you judge me for, I know already
What a waste of time
Ain't listening, of course
I'm just tryna get by
then by all means
Trade a silver lining for a silver dollar
You'll get in proper with an Impala
With ten toddlers niggas couldn't stay grounded
There's
within the past where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left for men with broken hearts
Now you have no right to be the judge
frozen
Ice in my veins all the trauma left me scarred up
Fueled by the doubters my battery is fully charged up
They got intentions I gotta always keep my
His old man was a rebel yeller
Bad boy to the bone
He'd say: "Can't trust that other fella."
He'd judge 'em by the tone of their skin
He was
the fuck I'm gon' know that she lovin' somebody?
How the fuck you gon' say I'm beatin' on somebody?
'Fore I turned to that shit I'd step on somebody
I got
I've always knew that
I'd not be the one that
Be left alone to weep
'Cause this day I find
My friend is inside
My own mind and
Soul to keep
son holding Sun Chips
I wish they would've left Biz here, and fucking took you
And all your hyper-technical hypotheticals
In life, I've never met
was on the block and got bagged by pussy police
And they the reason why Calvin is deceased
The bullshit will never cease but dough is comin' at least
I
what 'chu do?)
I stay focused on the prize
Not worrying 'bout the price
Not bothered by a bitch
Last one left my heart on ice
Now she can't ride the wave
people there'd
Be none of you left
Brutalized, institutionalized
In the belly of the beast in an inmates' eyes
Ask the public do you know
What you're
every time we saw each other, it was like I ain't left
Don't need to cry for me
I'm here to cry for you
I'd give up anything to have another night with
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
To them suckers on the left fuck them Fuck them fuck them
And them niggas on the right fuck Them fuck them fuck them
Talking slick behind my back
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