Lyrics:
and lets brawl at hall, nigga
Straight fallin', when we use to chill up on park benches
My twenty block radius, think we need some barb wire fences
Stop
the bucket some people would say
Lord grant him peace because he had none here
Papa I pray that that he's with you
Papa you know just just where he lays
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
friends
Dropped out we still friends
Lay a finger on the family we fight like children
If it's beef they kill him cause killing me would kill them
They like
to Google
I promise that I'll be richer by the
Time I run back into you, uh
Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga
(Me, how?) you don't wanna see this K
Foundation build on another and you's a goner holmes
She' built on em, supported by him
Conformed to him, now she's a body of bodies who transform through
not gonna stop him
I'm gone in
Lavender town fit in with the crowd
Wear a crown topped with big regrets
Better yet bring some cigarettes
We'll keep
someone at home in the house watching their children
I was in the studio tryna make me a living, while you living out your fantasies
Pleasing some other
us, they know how we get down
Been swimmin' deep with the fishes, young nigga prolly drown
I'm just tryna get richer
It's too much money, get you some
I glance in the sky and see the same cloud configuration
That Nat Turner saw the day they hanged him
Resisted in the face of adversity with a fist
bully you start it I finish
I bought me a bottle for all of my feelings
Made a deposit for all of my children, I see a profit from all of my dealings
This
C-C-C-Conductor
Ah
Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold
Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen
My young boy got the pole, his
problems
Some gon' solve em
None of em change
Im so lit
Im with the shit
Leave out quick
Come with the shit
I get an itch from hitting them licks
I got
to perception
Fuck bout a hobby, baby, don't you see the progression
I'm only embodied by a vibe and maybe a message
I'm mortified, really, I see em walkin' like
a normal thang
Some get erased and misplaced, trying to win the race
Some try to hold on to they place, by smoking wit' lace
But see drugs and plastic
grindin
Ain't nothin here for free
It's the one ya love to hate
They call him Young Pimp C (Pimp C)
Niggas done tried, I'll bust they side
You can run up
On the other side of the stage
"We congratulate you
Helen" Corrumpere continues from the podium
There, I see him
Climbing the stairs to his family's row
"Teddy
Oh my
God I hope the kid's okay"
"Please take him of the streets
For my children and my sister's sake"
They don't need to see the
Details, cause he's
is nothing to be and there is no one to know
Your plan is a mistake, he repeated
This world is a mistake, I replied
The children always followed him
alike, only de one comply
Whatchu see with de I, look twice toward de I
If you don't unify your children them a gon' cry
I stand with the rejected,
what I had on the inside they'd try to get that away me
Make us call him
He make us think she
Some of us they look pass
It's strange they love to give
[ Professor X ]
Peace
Check me
The Eternal Son
Of the Universal Father
Travelling the Infinite Spirit
The quest: Paradise
But some things are
Dylan needs a rum
Why don't you go and get him one?
And then I'll pour it and I'll pour it
'Til the bottles giving none
I've been spitting bedroom bars
jump
What? Run, run
What? Jump, jump (What?)
Rip Kobe and Roc, I don't even see no opps (fuck 'em)
Ain't none of them niggas richer than me, so I
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