Lyrics:
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
by
And I see the black hole is closing so fast
So I will not get back in time that is past
This time around as you come so creeping by
And everything's
Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid
Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it
Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it
My life's
to say says enough to me
I can tell by the eyes this is fun to thee
Back of the head there's a hole to see
MC Bray is feeling he
Got so much on his back
plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars.
We went about a mile-and-a-half in about four hours, busted off the right front fender, tore a hole in
that played such a ridiculously tragic tune.
It was still there - but none of the kids seemed interested in riding on it.
And the cafe was still
up, my phone rings
But I can't pick up, sick fuck, still stuck in the hole that he dug himself
Keep my head down, eyes low, act up, better back up,
My phone rings but I can't pick up, sick fuck, still stuck in the hole that he dug himself
Keep my head down, eyes low, act up, better back up, pack up
Don't abide by the laws (woo)
I just copped the pit bike, my dad just copped a horse
Mum just took my phone I punched a hole in the wall
Now I have
a world where there's no talent
Kids sittin around on their asses
Checking their balance
In their bank accounts
So they can find the next game to buy
It's
We ain't even started, still the beginning
Tell them this my shot with
A lime and a lemon
It's no more limit's it's ho's in my linen
There’s holes in
At the table in my Grandma's house there sits an empty chair
Three times a day for sixty years, Grandpa broke bread there
There's still a few tobacco
In order for me to be happy
I need to let some of these so called conspiracies out in my poetry
Because there's some truth to these things, you may
Far, far away,
beyond all sorts of countries,
seas, and rivers, there stood a splendid realm.
There lived a woodcutter named Arjun,
in a small hut,
Your life's not on the line but see you're struggling next/
Want to be secure in your steps like there's no sweat/
I got this, but only a few seem
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black
awe struck
Cause life's no longer a toss up
And though there's a lot of trouble in it
In comparison it pales like a bucket with a shovel in it
Cause
killed your ass in the mist, bitch
Uh, fillin' clips, he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin'
"Some kid named Jason in
kid?
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
Within the next few days, potnah came up missin'
See a lot of these niggas bitch up
Ima take off like an Astronaut, all on y'all screens like Hasselhoff
Whether in a house with my name on the couch, or on yo kids wall like
I let my family know I got them/ shit we started from the bottom/ pave my way to success with that little perkie bottle/ look my kids in they eyes
lyin'
Team so strong, could’ve been
A Minnesota Viking, fuck it
Two tears nigga in a bucket
You don’t like me and bitch I love it
Livin life reckless,
funny story mayne
As i kid, ma shoe gat holes
The sole was open
they call ma sheo a dogbite,
but i hustle hard
Ah hustle buy ma timberland,
Hustle
they serve by the dime bye the dmv
Just so so they can feed indeed, yeah the typical family in need
But i grew up in toxic waste take a look what it
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