Lyrics:
the same when i took out of context
My Entourage is surrounded by lames who consider me part of a contest
My inner conscience is telling me go prove a point
I get up, I get down
The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems
And space
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
symbolic of change
but the thing that is starnge
is that the changes occured
and now she' just a part of the herd, yeah, yeah, yeah
man I though
Fidget spinners, ya everybody got one
Dax part of the crowd, was feeling left out
Straight down so I went and fucking got some
Green favorite color ya I
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
first
I got things to say again
New type of color I ain't fake to friends
Even if they hate me I don't give a damn
It don't really matter when you up by
magically
Disappears but I know that it's real
I'm in denial and I try to cope
By watching life through a kaleidoscope
But the colors don't change how I feel
metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so
This the soundtrack to my graphics
Wanna see brighter colors like I'm on acid
And my tomb won't read nothing tragic
Cause if I died right now, well I
Part I: Shooting Star Interlude
No matter how hard I try they stay sleeping
What's the go with it? two years of spitting my heart in this
Mic
Which part dek ...
There was one they crucified
Dead man tell no tales
There were some they hung so high
We know the reason why
Caught, and tried, bound
can’t ever stay the same
Ronny the man that you were don’t you remember
Life goes on but I won’t forget who you dismembered
Twenty years gone by but ain’t
with ya
I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr..
I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin' that
At least when you
gotta grow
Feeling like aint shit change
Kill a black man another take his place
Willing to die for color on my face
Aint mean die but you chose my
at the peephole
And these people are counterfeit
Demons surround me man
See I've been drowning in
The deep
Wide awake but can't speak
Like sleep paralysis
Eleven
play a part
Sometimes in this life I feel like there is no escape
But there is, that's why we gotta try to live it day by day
Traversing through this
The one's doin all the extra shit be the ones tellin all the lies
I'm 2 steps ahead and I stay ready you ain't gonna catch me by surprise
Keepin it
out by color and taste
He tells me he doesn't believe in soulmates, I assume he will leave and my heart breaks
But then he tells me my name would ring
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
consider it cah I look like joker (Yah man)
I love the color red anytime I have sweet dreams it's there in the theater (Manchester)
R.I.P Granny R.I.P J Dean
to show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walkin, tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario,
jewelry customized by my artist
Six months locked, got a head start bitch
I was nigga rich befo' I ever got a rap check
Yellow Corvette same color Moet
let pass by.
To her he might be the man of her dreams
To find where she's been hiding inside
Broken or battered, it really doesn't matter
Her
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