Lyrics:
In the basement flat, by the garages
Where people dump their mattresses
Esther's in her kitchen, making sandwiches
The slats on her blinds are
All
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
We seek out and then we bail
Abandoning our very selves
Skip the ask and straight to tell
Fake a smile we're doing well
Tired of all this fake
a sex change
Same fight different ending
Just a demon in pain
Truth is
I don't care anymore
The days over
I'm all smoked
Like I never before
Open a window
of the castle
You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
All I hear is I'm the best at this and I'm best at that
But I don't hear my name,
Well, I'm talking about
Love on Christmas
I wanna be surrounded by
Your love and let me tell you why
You're the type I want in my life
Forever
a fail won't fall off track
Now I got the ball I'm 2k Kobe ima' jack
Feel my haters waiting for a fail won't fall off track
I can't take these hunger
the stacks stay intact just by gabbing on tracks
I used to ride it uptown then be cabbin' it back
Ain't really knew how to sling yet but it happened like that
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
step back
We don't hold back
No we don't slack
Always in check
Never off track
Never turn back
Never run back
Throw it back back
No we never look back
and you won't stop,
You found a very deep hole.
Say you're off on the last ride,
Remembering how she last cried,
And you know that love had long last died
a baseball bat
Why waste the track, I'm better than all of that!
Become awake and chop the heads of these snakes
It's better off they dyin' in a pit full
got caught by your shoes
Hard knock life had to break all the rules
High school track and field jump over you
Started rapping life just to show what I
wrote that track last night
That's right
If me and that nigga battle it'll be his very last fight
Ate him up down to the last bite, with maple syrup
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin'
But tell the public where all these hotties come from
Alright bet
I'ma break the track down right here
Let all the homies kick it off for me
You know
Welcome to the Painted World, there's no turning back
Equip a long weapon, that will help to keep you on track
Avoid getting poisoned, and try to keep your
Borderline insane
Off track hydroplane
When the bomb drops what and what nots will remain
Life's a game with warheads in your pocket
And when the countdown
I'm ready to takeoff
Nigga talk tuff then we blowing his face off (Bow bow)
All this cake got us having a bake off
I stay in the field like I play in
And as he bounced the last track
He forgot to leave the autotune on
Woo scary
Come on grandpa that's a lame story
Yeah
Do you have anything that's
off with a beat that's commending
Then I build it to a climax with a nail biting ending
Side I be the nigga that get off up in ya
With flows blacker
and then pop off again
Oh no
Its another track
By the man without a plan they say his names max
Its maximus, get it right you prick
Its not hard, hardly
love in the hood
It's a trap
They give us what we need to take ourselves off the map
See, it's a trap, no wonder niggas in the trap
We got 99 problems,
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
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