Lyrics:
case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
friends /
so /
what we waiting for, we just getting older /
last time i saw you i wish i told ya /
before too long this could all be over /
last time i saw
yeah
Tell grandma I said, 我有啊有啊有 (我有啊有啊有!）
Ay, that's right, bitch, I know, I know, I know (I know, I know, I know!)
Took some time, just to find my
you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
To my brother Mikey Mike, stay up homie
To my
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
the sweet by and by" (in the sweet, by and by)
Then we'd sing, "I'm on my way to Canaan's Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals
eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just
fit
Work them kis like it's Bow-Flex
On a stairmaster tryna climb
We need progress
Old lady screamin' somethin' comin'
She see more death
My brother's
the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless it was just like a movie
It was just
the Victor hand me my medal
20 years and I'm stuck in time
Repeating the same old damn crime
Over and over writing the same rhyme
By now I should get with
to me
This is my impression
When you leave
Which I had to conceive
You were my suppression
Can't you see
You were a burden to me
This is my impression
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
classical and twilight strolls
Before I retire, fuck it, before I'm hired
Before milestones acquired, in my time in this rap shit
Before my businessman's on,
of a good question to ask and answer to this, but what was really on my mind was that the week before I had myself been testing explosives in a parking lot in
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
got one
It's time to bounce
To the liquor store and swing this
I'm havin' fits
I need a cold Old English
Once I get it
Hit my next tail bling list
On writing raps all the time in class
Afterwards getting talked to
Nodding, but eyes were wandering
Wondering bout that someone
She was divine, he was defined
This morning when I woke up it took me time to stretch my legs out
It wasn't like before when I could get up and run two miles about
Opening
and the lights were low
He said "it's time to play the scene"
"But it's time to drink my Ovaltine"
Too old
Too old
He's too old to cut the mustard anymore
Anytime you can hit up my line
Undercover lover let's fight crime
For your love, I'ma go and do time
Come back tell the judge more time
I'ma lay that pipe
were all bloody
Full of gut decision making
Never had time to be pretty
Though always made sure to leave a lasting
Impression on whoever talked to me
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