Lyrics:
me you not wit him
And my heart so cold when I show love it make em shiver
Feels like I'm getting old, my little brother not little no more
Ion need no
career, I supposed to be right back there with dem
I owed it to him, I know it I show it
Don't wanna blow it or pour it
For da streets, give me a beat
ain't weird
Come drop the album of the year
No smoke you ain't coming here, like Paak
Niggas hanging from the chandelier
Hit the kettle im bubblin', hit
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that
awake but no point in leaving this damn room
Roll my head and I take a glance at my tattoo
But you ain't even live by that dog that was a bad move
Ya
85 percenters, fuck the elitists out of business
(No he didn't!)
Yes I did, keep your temper
Now watch me snatch these new clothes right off
first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets
Now rest in peace
Is there heaven
while you at your job
Then open up the door like
I ain't doing nothing wrong
I was greeted by a woman
With a tee shirt and thong
I ain't even know that
j so u know dat we flyin
I do this shi wit ease so excuse me if u here sighing
My work a pot of gold look like niggas started there mining
I be lion
do all the shopping
I'm all independent I put down deposits
I'm about my business not about your wallet
Why you frontin for the world acting like you
Riding around in the whip, having fun
I'm making moves on the phone with the plug
Rap feels like hate, we don't talk about love
Turnt at my show I'm
blessings I feel like a reverend
Stop it and get it I'm backed by the business
I'm backing and jogging, I'm working the block in, I'm coming from work and I'm
in case these niggas wanna get deadly
We can go there, I know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll
But I heard it's pretty deep down so you
get one wish I'm a wish to die free
They say gon head, ball like mrs. irie
And I do
The realest in my age group, no shit
Soho, cosmo, bob mar blow fish
I'd like to know how I'd react when I Reach fame
Put up an act or remain the same
One thing that I know
There's always another goal
No matter how far I
and his hard, blue
armada shows up all over the world to scare
the shit out of people, blowing people's shit
up, blowing people up and shit, like our
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
to be in a frying pot
You don't know what it's like to mind your business
And get stopped by the cops and not know if you 'bout to die or not
You worry
Like Jon Jones im throwing bombs
All my opps already know whats going on
Not even God can save you im cain and youre Abel
I’m popping like babies no need
was broke
I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gun smoke?
Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
Cause now with
_Ready to Die_
You was like God to us in the form of Allah
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
[Nas]
Still, we, will survive
No
have want action
Stay with the scope and I shoot like assassins
Building this business no time for relaxing
Yeah (On God)
I'm from the road so what's
the after hours jam, ain't no randoms in here
Oh dear, oh dear, I been there before
You try to sneak in through that side door
And if there's one thing that I
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