Lyrics:
No games hitta, fuck with the kid
Hitta ain't playin', gotta tell it how it is
Playin' no more, now the mind's on the biz
Playin' no games, see
more soul than Flight Club
Can't you tell by the way I use my wall?
Travis stay way cooler than the hand that lose that
Yeah bite too many times worse
We can't live forever, that stress is gonna kill ya
See my soul in the mirror staring at a sinner
A broken soul, lost cause, I've been so long gone
individualized the fakes
(Uh, huh)
Just because you're pouring syrup on
This don't make it pancakes (Woo)
My vocal assaults kept bouncing many
Amounts that count
the the resurgence of the soul sound
You know, I got to come in and track the beat
And at the time I was still with my other management
I really wanted to roll
As of lately
I've started recognizing my blessings
Instead of waiting on shooting stars
Because I've never seen one that's loud enough for blind kids
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
(50)
This rap game, this rap game (yeah)
I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game
And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game
Man, I'm tellin'
great
Traveling different states
Upgrading my living tastes
My living place yeah I'm by the lake
Now I'm over by the ocean
When I was a kid I never
see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kid for your mind I design it like sender
Smoking made hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck
don't know now you know
My flow you pick like an afro
Wet like Soul Glo
Uh, you don't stop
Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs
Walkin' past the kids comin' back from the party
Smiles on their faces you remember so well how it was
Nights in the back of that Buick you got
the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee"
Wonderin' who
with
Larry and Joanne Drop by any time...
Bobby, dear, it's none of my business... Lookit pal, I have to work
Thursday evening...
Darling, you've
the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones
Lil' shawty tried to play the
Kid but I'm Jay Sean
Handle
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
[Featuring De La Soul]
INTRO
What's up world?
Goin' give you a little love right here
My man DJ Honda blessed us with a joint
worth and I bet against odds
For what it's worth I embraced alll my flaws
Couldn't abide by with them so I broke all the laws
Paved my own lane in
Mmmmmm
Yea
Yea
Ya
Ya
Ya
Uhhh huh
Look up to god
Even though I'm faithless
Looking at these kids
I just hope to make it
Looking at my momma
But I know
here you gonna have to risk it all
They tried my soul, had to tell the devil no
See me everywhere you go i'm the night and mornin star ay
If I were you I
fucking college.
He knew my tale, I asked how, said he's always with me,
Receiving gifts of Satan managed to relieve misery,
I was a kid still. Maybe just
cuz my grades bad
I ain't dumb but I'm a dummy for cutting class
Don't relate to these kids feel like a outcast
Taking this shit day by day hoping it
(Chorus)
Give me your heart and I'll give you my soul,
Just 'cause it shines it don't mean that it's gold,
Missing my all that's why you called,
How
hold the one soul who‘s blameless
He neva did fold even though He was hangin’
By nails on a cross, those driven to save men
A crown of thorns placed
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