Lyrics:
back in the old days before the last war
Then the politics changed, the scene rearranged
And became how we know now is quo"
"Oh yeah, there were times
And i just hid my grin
And gave my best impression of Buddy Holly Day.
ooh)
All the time, my brother
All the time
Niggas talkin', nigga, sheesh
I guess that was me though
Bodies, scoreboard and all that
And we got all
That's just my impression
Time with this shit, time with this shit
Time with this sh- time with this shit
Time with this shit, time-time-time- time with
keep makin' 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 'cause J.B., stay up homie
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
No devils could ever persuade me my soul special, my soul like treasure
Probably measured in gold medals surrounded by rose petals
I made it from
of gold
Sick and tired of fake impressions, are you taking notes?
Tell me that it ain’t too late
Friends from lovers by the second date
Moonless night
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It was a time I remember, oh, so well
The night they drove old Dixie down
All the bells
before, oh
By the time I make Albuquerque, she'll be working
And she'll probably stop at lunch
Just to give her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh,
you faced this beast
You were left a scar
The King in shock
How did you know my secret
I know it all and see it all
I lived millions of lifetimes before
told one million times
About a boy growin' up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you heard it too
But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
You see,
And my own blood, was everywhere
And it was my birthday last month, by the way
I am two years old and learning how to walk again
And upon discovery
It's
why
I still feel the same way I did when I was 17
I still look over my shoulder waitin' for the world to change
But these are the good old days
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
This is my vent session, got no time for first impressions
This my vent session, rhyming words so I can tell ya
I'm living vividly, born again in no
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
feel like I've been here before
Déjà vu, déjà vu
I feel like I've saw this before
Somethin' seems kind of familiar
I got (I got, I got, I got)
My reasons
staff 2 board members they on my team
Execute affairs whenever matters get decreed
I played by the rule received my slot from out the bean
Big General
spare time
I caught a ride on Noah's ark, cus I had a pair of Puma's
And two chickens on my arm
That's true...... and when I came through
Noticed
The land of greed shall be cursed
The signs were shown to Belshazzar
I might reside on Earth but my ancestors once danced on the moon
The lessons taught in
people with the same old faces alright
Every time you wanna be around me I be slowly holding back
You looking like a snack
Walkin' with that ass should
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