Lyrics:
guns drew, breeze, y'all ain't up in my league
Don't get tricked by the assumption that nothing's up in my sleeve
Boy, I'm hot, when I'm heated, I'm
the faith she's got is riding on his collar
Why he foaming at the mouth right by a king?
Tell my brotha if he's got a vicious hater
Then raise 'em up a hatred
It's that robot default
Turn me to a street wall boy
And I'll steal from all my brothers
Like they eat salt
Petty like they free fall
Jackass like
don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again
Do you know me
You don't
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
on the menu
If I ain't make history before I left
It will be like using my last important breath before my death for snorting meth
More or less, I'm,
I remember the day
Seems so far away
When I walked into your life
And the look in your eyes
How it took you by surprise
But it felt so right
I remember the day
Seems so far away
When I walked into your life
And the look in your eyes
How it took you by surprise
But it felt so right
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
"goodbye" and another "Please don't go")
And he would hold me close
And tell my sailing stories by the fireplace
(All night I dance and all day I keep
I know a guy who can go and steal
Damn, I know a guy who will crack a couple jokes
Man, I know a guy who always does the most
And, I know a guy who
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
listening to
Skip a intro without further adieu
Just trying to show you the truth
Just trying to show you the truth
Reshape the lines that history drew
Walk
(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment
(How I'm paid?)
like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment
(How I'm paid?) Niggas abandon your village
I spit with a foul mouth like
get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches
(what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some tru niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
They call it history, but it doesn't mean that we agree
On the map, they drew so many squares, but I see them nowhere
All I see are my people around me
Fuckin' chemicals
That's drugs, okay?
No we don't give a fuck, we just
Smokin' of marijuana till our brains get starve
Feel my blood, without
No we
me you've no game to play
I'll take you through the dark lone streets
Of my history
Break of dawn
Please don't steal these moments from me
Break
See my heat vivid like i drew it
The chopper go to work sound like a firework
My Gs on alert you best freeze or get murked
Trappin out the flame call
And got bit by a mosquito
Grew a garden full of cheer
I got cauliflower ear
I read all of Macbeth
And I learned how to cook meth
Yeah
I drew my
I don’t want this song to be bigotry
I’m simply speaking ‘bout history
It lives in me, heavenly thoughts when I think of these reveries
Let me speak
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