Lyrics:
have no... choice
You have no choice
You were to clever by half and too stupid to notice
You never took time to understand your motive
Too clever by
Stolen
Not by force
Stolen
Wheres our voice
Stolen
This time from me
Stolen
You think were free
Stolen
We made our pick
Stolen
They make me sick
Stolen
and I'll be on your mind like....
You see a mans grafting , I do it for myself ain't no clout I'm laughing , manifest the rest put more than half in , put
myself
Servin' half blind, they don't know how that felt
Servin' no peripheral, they don't know how that felt
Stuffin' grams, dog, don't know how that
to hip me
Blinded by diamonds it'll make your ass dizzy
I could see all the hate in the room
I told em aint nun a hater could do
And I dropped the top
forget to look up in the sky and tell me why
Half our students are so undecided
Ghosts misguided, so divided
I just wanna feel delighted to be by your side
Now wanted by the IRS and we will convict them of tax evasion
I had no choice or remorse when time for puttin' it down
Niggas know the scoop is
look around it's space
Pick a place let's move in today
I'll take you on a ride
Just step inside
Look around you hear the sound
But close your eyes
that I'm feeling
Now that I don't hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
'Cause I don't have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have
think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you
think it's special
What's behind your back?
So turn around and I'll pick up the slack
Dirty babe you see these shackles
Baby I'm your slave
I'll let you
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Wake up
Pick your pace up
Wake up, apple cider, fruit and fiber, push up pull up, peep the puzzle, be MacGyver
Dali, Kubrick, Sevdaliza,
side they don't got my pain
All I want is love but it's not the wave
But you gotta choice you love me or my style
Looking back
I don't know
You say
and forget the bastard for moving backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x)
[Trav]
All this nigga know is, get money
fingers in the air
And hold 'em up high! [echoes]
Work on your half-court shot, I'm money from far
Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey bars
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
skating
I'm headed to the top
The crown's for the taking
And i'm an invader but not talkin' zim your glass is half empty
Outlook kinda grimm
Ehh beam me up
Pick it up, lil' bitch need a rake (need a rake)
And a broom, Shoreline the wave, typhoon
Need my money next day, lil' nigga, by noon
(Matter fact, I
a donkey to a carrot
You can't help yourself
'cause any sign of weakness
Could be used to inflict injuries
By one of your so-called friends
To hide his
then he wanting your brim
C-Y,Why you actin' like that, I'ma make me a hit, it gon' make me a mill
Pack me a venue go sell out a building shaking down
train someone else
Published in the 21st Century
By Michael Earth Osada so you can see
Your agreement to come in peace is what makes this
A safe place
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
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