Lyrics:
Yeah
It's the paragraph ambassador
The wild style fashioner
It's the god Rakim, the master
Feel this
(1st verse)
This is that lost ass
and lunch trays
Just happy them days ain't never kill me
Yea I remember, it was a hot December
Niggas dieing top of winter cuz
Them kids need them toys
But
Murder:
It's a small motherfuckin' world
It's big enough to get lost and get tossed
Cause everybody want to be the boss
And watch that young
You know you only get one chance to make it
You know what I'm sayin'?
So uh, when that bus come
You better jump up on it
Just like the beat goes
holding fronto rolling bats so, so fat,
By the years I'm getting so close to the truth I see why they wants to kill that,
PHYSICALMETA flipping out so deep
got that off the bows
Chef Boyardee, the way I play with The stove 100 million plus street Nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my Way
weapon what are you investing
If you had all the money in the world would you protect it
Or spend it nah I'm working for the next check
Making money moves
night Shimmer came, I was engulfed in fear, but death don’t sound so bad, I’ve had enough it’s clear I’d rather die, then be her toy to terrify No more
been with me from the start
Know how it feels when you've been on your arse
Can't believe they're labelling me as a plant
Got me conflicted
Cah that
downgrade
set a course let the sound fade
cause we now slaves to the cookie
cutter what a world
mother pearl necklace
Exchanging it for diamonds and a headset
technique
Kill'em with kindness that ain't Never been apart of me
Tell it like it is I ain't coating it with Nothing sweet
Play by the rules of the game you
(oh shit he did it again)
Xanddy you know that he with it
Heard the rain pouring lemme get it
Like a sample lemme flip it, when I'm walking tall
Another story without a happy end. I'm not sorry, and I cannot pretend
This toy is broken, and now all I feel is dread. All that remains is nothing
Essentials these days by
these tracklist gangsters and roll out stars cover art Kings
What a world of ours.
Theyre so misled.
What a discrepancy.
What
Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against me
It isn't the Henny that bent me, I be in the zone
Gazing at the walls, depressed, iggin'
crying childs of the ghetto
Lettin' go a beautiful sound, it’s kinda falsetto
Hello hell, welcome to L.A. where devils that dwell play
They meddle with
government
Bang-bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just
for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew
While, back in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding
I wake up early in the morning and I'm thinking to myself
"I'm Tired of living in this world that we're in"
Everybody at the top got it tapped
missing by a mile
Check me out I'm worth ya while
Sittin on the bench
With my bars I need a wrench
Got a bird that bitch a fench
Got a bitch that speaks
about)
Who they mad at? (Who they mad at)
Who ain't getting money?
Who they man check? (Who they man)
Is that true? Nah (hell nah)
Is you worried?
Shit sounds like some old wild western
Shoot em up, O.K. Corral
Blowin' up spots, Missin' Linx
Better run that
Prepare your eardrums
For one
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn, that punch line was predictable
I still got you shitting bricks, homie quit the bull
And we don't
As has been evidenced by precedent events
So maybe take a break and vent
There's just no way you'll stay content
Do what you can, the world will always be
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