Lyrics:
on the way
I'm getting these four bags of hot cheese popcorn so how much should I pay?
$1.26 is in my pocket along with lint
More money was had but it came
Chad Wild Clay gonna make you pay
Gonna take a grenade that I
Got from Loot Lake
Gonna paint these walls with your brains
Well, I got a few kills and
It
for just one blood
[Verse 10: Fabolous]
What it look like, all I say it most
Shooters waitin' on the word, just say it Los'
I let these n*ggas live, I
to conversations over a phone
As a kid wishing I was grown
Watched as these angels got overthrown
By demons
Hot Hoping they'll leave me alone
This evening
When will
These four walls are closing in (closing in)
These voices ain't my friend
They hauntin' me
Those, those memories
I'm having nightmares, ooh ooh
My
Against the motherfuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
"I'll hop into the back seat of a cab and rhyme,
Till the meter says 9, 9, 9, 9!"
Black Wall Street and ain't nothing after that!
You gotta live it up
You know time flies
And I be laying low
Trying to get my grind
Got people try
Son, I live above the rim and pay the 4 like my nigga, what?
Crack is hope, niggas wishin' y'all wish a nigga would crack a joke
Like he wanna battle
I've been living inside my head for far too long
I keep staring at the same four walls and singing songs
But nobody hears me
I've been glaring
these demons
who speak to me
in my slumber an
I answer
when I awake
But define
by my minds inner twine
line of what's right
can I find the hind
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
These four walls caving in
I don’t know if I’m giving in
I’ll be sure to keep you in the know
When I finally make it home
Leave my shoes at the door
Throw
biscotti got me bent
(Oh Woah)
Poured a four inside my glass
I've been telling all my niggas that the life we live is fast
I done hopped inside the new whip
yourself in someone else's shoes
What more do you have to lose?
I'm finna break out
And bust these walls down!
No more crying and whining
And wishing things
if you love your life, forget the strife
We rock from night, until morning
[Repeat x4]
Get your back up off the wall
Can't afford to miss
nothing
What you know bout hearing voices
Come from all four walls
As you start to shut down like
A car when it stalls
So when I get to feeling as if
Y'all
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
to live by
They painted every passion, every home, created every beautiful child
In the winter they were weavers of warmth,
In the summer they were
fade to the deep
All alone like these four walls came at me
Barricaded cause my mind state
I just wanted to die
Never happiness
Just sad time living
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
drop a new album
That show fuckin' sucked dick! That show was
Trash what none of these kids
Knew was that I was halfway done
With a brand new album
_(cropped).jpg/208px-Miley_Cyrus_Primavera19_-226_(48986293772)_(cropped).jpg "Miley Cyrus")
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