Lyrics:
switching up my vibe
Your energy got me wanting you by my side
Can't you see my drive yeah baby I'm on the ride
Went through the cold now we looking for
a story
A story of a thousand words
It's a story that I'll love to learn
I can give you all the time in the world
But you gotta open up like a page
As a kid
[Intro]
Mane I be really coolin, (Zyeq)
Mmm
Yeah, mmm
cye, yeah
[Chorus]
Mane, I don't really care about, what you' got goin'
You a ho', I be by
Turn me up, turn me up Turn me up a lil' bit, savage
Niggas lame, bitches hatin', I'm so use to this I made myself a fuckin' boss, bitch, you not
the city like I'm Jeremy Lin
Im a god-fearing man but I'm followed by Diablo
On a business trip, I need some links up in Chicago
Feeling so numb now my
wanna care
I just be by myself
She say she want my love
Bitch I'm a thug city boys up
I don't need show no love
I don't need show no love
Me and you
oh, oh, oh, oh. You're so, oh, oh, oh
You're so, oh, oh, oh, oh. You're so, beautiful!
Stay away, get away, stay away from me
Pack your shit up
Unruly life gonna suffer
Gully Gaad face the nation
Never give up
Let's start it now we are
Psynchaz yah man
Dark days... I just wanna fly away
Go
One feather drops
Life never stops
Run away run away run away from you
Run away run away run away from you
Oh those times they do go by
Every
Left all alone in the darkness
Ain't no one round' to put me in park
I was left alone to drive
All by myself in the dark
I fell so far away from
My
[Bad Azz]
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin
Yeah
Armor-piercing, no defense against
Who his henchmen is, what they pension is
Concur by division, have his homeboy hit him
So close, he
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
things are looking up I haven't lost my mind
Things are looking up I haven't called you now in day
The hurt still drops by every night but it no longer
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus: x 2]
Run
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
to declare this a national holiday
We gonna call this Players Holiday
Ant be -Z what up man?
Rise and shine, make you want to say
Dear God, let me
wanna die next?
Nah, he wanna live, and he loves his kids
We got this rap game on lock, like a cake rock
Gimme the key, run up in your spot
Like, you
y'all miss me, shit I miss you
So sweet, so sure but so low
So just let it all go, serious we sick of this
Dog homie, ask ya kids they put you up on it
Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way
away away
Drowning in pills won't take the pain away away away
You can see it in her eyes
She's loosing the fight
Stay strong hold your head up high
I
all right
Yeah, let's go up, congratulations
To my lil' brother the baddest, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you in your bop now, kid
Ayy, yo,
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