Lyrics:
trip
You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not legal
A young black man livin' like rich people
I got this game from
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
bandos, getting chased by Jakes
Once inside go get that, you know bro came from setbacks, light skin bro came jet black, you know man came through stress
man spit
And I got a seat for anyone who can't stand it
I ain't chose the game, the game chose me
A lil' fame from the rap, but still the same O.G.
by Friday
We was doing it all day
We was trapping out the hallways
We don't play games this ain't arcade
You can get your ass shot up in broad
if you from Carol City
My last name should be Carol City
Walking home from school, always was quick to jump a nigga
Third day on school, they knew
barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma
at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
I remember every sound my heart used to make
Before
I was born inside the world of man
Am I everything you wanted me to be?
Am I
What there is when
Name Aint Change But I'm Far From The Man That I Used To Be
Since A Young Dude The Flow Was Nasty Acidic
Ever Since The Demo Dog [?]
And Groupies Are
livin poor
Got me thinkin on a made level
Shootin my gauge to get paid
A fuckin crazed devil
Mad shit from here to there
Day by day
Year
dirty dancin' with my man and me
Told her I was interested, picture all the shit we did
I got her hot and horny, all up on me, what a freaky bitch
Her left arm from defending
Herself in two fights
There was also a permanent scar along
The left cheek but the scar
Rather than lessening her beauty
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
Six o'clock silence of the new day beginning
Is heard in a small Texas town
Like a signal from nowhere, people who live there
Are up and moving
All aboard, okay, next stop, my basement, haha
I'll meet you down there
There once was a saying that I used to say
Back in the day, when I met
all of 'em)
(Whichever one was winning, that's my side)
The hearts of men
(I wasn't fightin' shit)
(Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you
kept on doing my own ting
Made it loud enough to hurt ears
And I got picked
Man was shocked
Man was happy man still shocked
Man overheard all talk from
‘em
There was water and saline
What you saying to me when
I split your blood off
From your serum and then you stare at him?
You don’t know what I’m
real mayne
This for everybody out there searchin for somethin
Ain't nothin wrong with makin it out
Stay focused, get what you can get man and keep movin
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
The games that I was playin' was silly
Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me
Caution never crossing my mind, she calling
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
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