Lyrics:
dog
When I'm with the big guy
Up in the blue sky
Yeah hand me a brew-ski
Just chilling I'm just trying get by
Yeah I haven't eaten since yesterday
I
sleep at night
The sounds of police pistols and pit bulls
Wait, that's not right
It's the screams of fiends like pit wolves
Or was it the baby's crying
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went
of philosophy was Plato
He said this world isn't real
But there's a world of forms
Where everything is perfect
He was fucking wrong
But they thought he was right
Raised in the south just like FT (FT)
Now I went and got FT on an anthem
Take man's baby mum to that bando (that trap)
You want her back? Better give me
the '80s juvenile Brooklyn
Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin."
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had
rappin' for half my life
I'm twenty-eight now, sayin' pass the mic
If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool
I was born on the mic before you went to school
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's in the stables
your heart girl
Haha, I can't lie, you probably right about it
And if you give me the ass quick, I'll probably write about it
But I hate it when they
I'm in HI, you know woah, yeah
We smoking different strains
If Puna was a person then Puna's who I am
Take the Can-Am to the ranch
And put them horse's
Yea I'm serious right now
I don't want this to go South
I just wanna stay right now
I don't wanna Fall apart
I don't wanna feel lost
I'm tryna find
the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS
They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound
Grab it
or wrong it don't matter the reason
For my ppl I'll ride rite now
I ain't playing around
Hear them gun sounds
Man I'm ten toes
I'm ten toes down
I'm ten toes
the middle of SOUTH MINNEAPOLIS
They try to figure it out, they try to break it down
But they're distracted by every accent that's makin a sound
Grab it
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
Too low to stay fly
Only answer is getting high
Leaf
Ha ha ha
The down south poser
The down south whatever
Ha yeah fuckin right
Can I catch a all day
on the gram
Y'all only motivated by the likes
Said y'all only motivated by the spikes
16 milli up on ice spice
I got the talent payton you was right
16 thought
up
Put down yea right there they got left
I stay with the gun, you run up on me,
Then I'm blowin' mine like a genius
I'm fly with that heat like
Conceited...Conceited
I called you brother why we don't feel like family no more
Only got one brother right or wrong you know I'm sliding that's fasho
I'm on my p's
one never gets
Cause I admit that I was one of them
Done almost kicked my bitch out of my crib
Cause she wasn't sucking dick
I ain't tryna sound dirty
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
then I’ll call the big homies
Got that South Cak swag bitch ain’t a stain on me
We wasn’t hot back then but now they all on me
They wanna steal the sound
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