Lyrics:
know that I'm best by the best
I know that you're under duress, just ask me and come get the rest
And then I come back again
I hop on the track and run
I lost my mind westbound from Phoenix
Palm Springs dried out my double helix
I split my jeans onstage in Fresno
I left my beans in San Francisco
See you n****s be talking how you go lay low
Bullets just flying across your halo
Twenty four-seven I'm in the same mode
Live by the sword you know
and did
We stood away both hearts and hope like they were safe as (?)
Thief may live among us, put tumbles every (?)
But no wheels finding motion take
Accept in the street, niggas we live by different rules
Pill poppin' everyday I'm in a different mood
They scream our names since we walk the halls
At Venice by the ocean
Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
There's gangsters all around
Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
I pray L.A. can stay
Yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wise Intelligent
Broadcasting live from the top
Of Mt kilimanjaro know what I'm saying?
Hip-hop go wherever I go
For
When we were young we pledged allegiance
Every morning of our lives
The classroom rang with children's voices
Under teacher's watchful eye
We
Solar-energized rides, no steerin' wheel, tell it how to drive
No propellers in the sky
Airplanes like mini rockets
Waiting lists for the rich to get tickets
should be
I abandoned that thought like he abandoned me
By '47, I was fourteen
I'd acquired a taste for liquor and nicotine
I smoked until I threw
Oh how will I live this way
I hope you don’t see what I have become
Because I am so hateful of myself
All this anger I will divide
You split my soul
transparent
These types are not hard to come by or get
Ass-kissers to protect a paycheck
Gomer Pyle stays behind the steering wheel
Leavin homicides to him,
think a big sack had been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems they bring to renown 'cause I drove a steak knife through their skull
Split
You ain't gotta go home/
Let's turn off our phones/
You ain't gotta go home/
Just stay right here with me my sweet baby/
IG posting on the live/
I
Inspired by the romance
Never travel with a roadmap
Living under an archway
Wake up to morning toe tap
Cars like time pass
A view fit for
fck wit day one niggas
We gon split this pie and tha crumbs nigga
Makin plays since we was young nigga
Long Live my bros who couldn't come nigga
Been
faces that I seen on the news
Affiliations gave me something to lose
I move different
The circle small I'm still surrounded by whos winning
Lose women
crying days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million put it on the streets
Live and eat let
Underneath the covers hides the underworld you struggle to see like it's still under siege by too many enemies
Losing your memory
Screwing me mentally
Brutal
hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick
that Vanilla Ice
Who said that I'm civilised
I'm a villain you can see it in my eyes
Spin the wheel tryna win the prize
Hit the jackpot split it with
Pocket full of money (we rollin')
P-p-p-pocket full of money, yeah
Y'all niggas fake as fuck
Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up
I live in
you under my wing
Car expensive, jack a nigga
What they know? I head crack a nigga
Shots fired don't ask a nigga
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
Hot head and now it ain't shit y'all could tell him
They said he's on a road to become a felon
But instead he swung blows that'll split your melon
He
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