Lyrics:
Steady back-breakin bitches with my super dick
Hat's on the jim, sometimes I nut in em
St. Ides fucks up their eyes, and I bend em
Down, while I'm flowin
cin't really problems
1st world problems
cddicted to products, narcotics
You'd think we were believers
Staring in the mirror cuz they judge us by our
Break it down, roll it up
Head in clouds, goin' up
Break it down, roll it up
Wake the fuck
Wake the fuck
Break it down, roll it up
Head in clouds,
If I'm dead
Then I'm dead by the roadside
If I'm dead, then I'm buried
By the roadside If Ion die by a car crush
Then I'm dead by December 21st
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
agreed, sacrifice was the code of the road.
I left town at dawn, with Marcel and St. John, strong men belittled by doubt.
I couldn't tell her what my
If I could go back to them old days Memories climb my brain while I smoke haze
Drop a tear as I think about my past I ain't mean to cry but I can't
we are really thought of highly by the G up above you need some more evidence of how He rode for you okay have a comfortable seat and gone let me show
them thangs clap
Tear da club up, where my thugs, where dem dollars at
Where dem playas, scream like a fiend for dat ghetty green
Gotta get da cream,
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
and tears
And losin' some of your peers
And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by
Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac
They say St. Francis planted a Rose
She lived in Potter County where the wild mesquite grows
An audacious flower filling up the room
You could not
up, show n****z what it's all about
It's Us, the best of Queens, (41st side)
Yeah yeah, I ain't rockin witchu neither b****
I'm a grimy a** rich
hands with my grimace that remain up in
My face like top to bottom train car feelings
Lets question the ascension of a broken social icon in various
Not me but my folks
'Cause a life of crime is lived
By everybody I know
And that's the way it is
So let me handle my biz
Let's get it
Are you with me
getting pigeonholed
Excuses are useless
We got an overload of disposable music
Talking truth to stupid
21st century American tale
A true story leading
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
not the bottle
I keep broads by the (?)
Shape and mold em like waffles
Call em by the palm, get up in they ear like 'Uhh' make a dike wanna turn
Come and ride with a South bay OG,
A little skinny mother fucker from SD,
Brown and proud so my government fears me
I'm defined by the character in me,
The Day
Diary of a Rockstar Tear Drops Falling On The Page
Can't Wait ‘Till We cll Shining Me & Zo Out On The Stage
cll clone By Myself
Rolling Like c
the blood sweat and tears
And losing some of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong
and I cant wait to see you up there.
And im through with these tears,
But that don't mean I don't miss you.
Im still with you kid, you know I will always
on those hips
Rock side to side an I want more than this
Cause I'm more than a scrub more than a thug
You can't label me I tear it up
I'm the Phat Master
and meditated and said
Anything that don't serve me, leave
Anything that serves me come into My life
So much will power there were Tears in my eyes
1st December
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