Lyrics:
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone by me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it
Hands on my
Put me in a homemade cellar
Put me in a hole for shelter
Someone by me please, all I see is hate
I can hardly breathe, and I can hardly take it
and the ember
You are my mirror, my shelter, my spur.
Two of our kind stand any bad weather
Two of our kind stumble when left alone
With me by your side
two humans just to give you your name
Yeah let me take a minute to figure it out, pause
Head down feeling alone in the crowd God
Never let us down he's
Sixty over sixty with no brakes, there ain't no stopping me now
A million thoughts a minute, any minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
Be makes me so frustrated
One minute you're telling me it's cool
But then it's complicated
Reason why I never open up
To you my hearts vacated
Like you
shit just different bitch
Many hoes, damn shit. They just jump from clique to clique
Just like they hop from dick to dick. They took me a minute for
Reporting live from a city where the hate is more
Relevant then the love and demonstrated by the poor
And poverty stricken, wishing that them lottery
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
soul and my rib by side
Que sera sera no hablo ma ma das yea tell them This is real
Hey wait a minute you know that they hate
Because they hate for
path like pathogens
So when I get exact in the facts of what passion is
Support is like food in a bomb shelter: they rationing
Dry, package him, chill
and play me
It's good though
The hate keep me on my toes
When it rains it storms
When's there pain I grow
I'm full of rage but I keep it tucked
I got people
And I hate this car
I hate the windows
And I hate this noise
One minute you're here and the next you're scunnering
Admit it, admit it
But I get more
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
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