Lyrics:
game returns)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
Urban wars, I was destined to come
(Dream Team, baby)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Fall
to another chick lying on the floor
Legs spread in the middle of the corridor
Close shave, don't touch what you can't afford
The next-room's a bed room, you
his thong
I ain't kiddin I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin
riddle middle men to rob Bailey and Biddle again tell a friend
I use men like Mennen in my
the life out em, then feed on their flaw.
cnd when they drop dead you stuck in awe.
Forget it, a lost cause.
VERSE 1: Idling identity. You can't get
Used to be on top, now we’re stuck in the middle,
Of the world, ain’t it crazy,
This used to be amazing,
Would it really make sense if I told you I
made foes along the way you gotta keep it tucked
Even made a fight with me now you're fucking up
You got me so in disbelief I thought the bond was love
You said its up
Now its stuck there
If i throw it up it get stuck
In the air
Money so long it make a L
I dont wanna fuck with you
Stay over there
're nothing
You wish you were me
Cuz you know that i'm something
Fuck with that lsd type shit
Fuck with that dpt type shit
I'm in the back with the only crowd
And I'm awake with tired eyes
To reveal this trail of lies
You are none the less the wise
And I am stuck in the middle
And you are frozen cold
Together we
dumb/ here to report/ ready for action/ stuck on the curb with street diction/ Kromanauts/ ready to manifest dreams in real time and drop jewels/ crews
cgain
(Back up)
|V2|
Wait for a minute, baby please
Because the way that you love me
cint found in the streets
cnd I say wait now Baby stay with me
play with my money
And don't you test my will
Look I can't even trust you but I love you
So its middle finger fuck you
Told me that you love me and you
(RIP)[00:31.06]He told me he wish he had been with me more so I'd be by his side[00:33.59]Lying in his casket, Bed rolled[00:35.74]He thinking himself
am a combination of lift every voice and sing
And in the words of Crime Mob as quoted by Urban Negro Philosopher Charlemagne the God
I am always ready
Send me to borderland I'd rather get chased by a panther
Than be stuck in this limbo tryna find an answer
And all this shit ain't bout no money or no
Find you in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin'
Earnin' cash, puttin' work in
Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban
Floatin' with some
face Rollies with the (?)
Pine-Sol, diamonds clean, living large
High school, had a bomb in my (?)
Middle school, had that Tec in my locker
I ain't
Defined By Expression
T, come back to the ends and I'm back with the smoke
Like I'm lighting a blem
Chocolate ting said "I might be a gem"
Heard
diminished
They sit down in the back of
A house clouded with smoke
"You'll get a couple G's if you
Kill this bitch" they were told
He owes us a lot of money
late to read you the lease at 1138 Ellis
All the punker kids need to be home by 7
Cause theres dinner at eight in the suburbs
With sister and father
Three o'clock rolls around
Get a text saying "are you down"
For a good mood, you know I'll stop on by
Playing beer darts in the boulevard
Yeti cooler
'em (straight up)
Nigga pick a side or you gon' die in the middle (lil' bitch)
Dreamchasers shoot 'em with the .38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped
going to rely on?
My lord, my father, my savior.
All my trust is in King Jesus
Produced By: MrCligarillo
Written By: Keith Keahey
Recorded
Yeah, Yxnas
Take 'em back, take 'em back
Let's take 'em
Yeah, yeah, uh
I touched down in '05 when life was way simpler
I mean, I fell in love with
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