Lyrics:
don't give a fuck, let's have a toast
To the bitch that hurt me the most
All by malone, ain't talking Post
But you still haunt my mind like a damned ghost
You Won't See Me Tonight
Aaliyah
Intro:
[Nas] & (Timbaland)
(What?) ever been in love? (c'mon)
Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real?
(Say
[Nas] + (Timbaland)
(What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon)
Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real?
(Say what?) Cause it can't be fake
This
I'm not in the mood, that's just know what I do
Don't give me attitude, gotta do what I gotta do
Real eyes, realize, real lies, elevation requires
loud with me
Put me down to make yourself feel better
Guess what
"What?"
I been called worse by better
Now those words they always hurt me like never
I'm, in a room filled with holographic images
Path is limitless, death, well that's ridiculous
I'm a live forever, cause a legend never die
See
pictured livin' longer than my twenty-first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurt's to see the change
It comes with
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
The other day someone said I was fake
I nearly lost my mind i'm out on a grind
For what? I put in so much time for what?
The fame don't impress me
I'll still
means
Forgotten what it all means
I'm sick and tired of chasing ghosts
Haunted by mistakes I made the most
Anxiety is eating me alive
It will break me
for what it's worth that I've evolved
Evolved on a few issues we had
Or better yet, that I had
Like, I don't think we have to live in different houses
When that's where most my niggas live My loved ones dead, I gotta live
Some things you can't change It is what it is
Brandon , on the night you called I
turn around and make them loud niggaz mumble (uh-huh)
In the jungle I done seen niggaz voted "Most likely to win"
Lose it all at the end of a stem;
non Suppressed
By the chamber I live in that Keeps me all the way distressed
And I witness this in most of You and all I ever wanted to was
Let you
Disrespect from yo kids
Is what hurt a nigga the most
In the street's love is rare
When it's beef it's never shared
Been at war
I never cared
Shit real so
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
focused on your dreams
Ain't no way that I can compromise
On what I'm tryna do
Bad feelings have to mize
By hopping in the studio
Cos time elapsed
We just
stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I
a stand it was the wrong line
Asked God what's the hold up, said you on time
I learned that I'm on his, wasn't on mine
Been betrayed but it hurt most from
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
"Your life has been marked
By considerable pain
Do you think you'll ever get to
The point where you can live
A normal, happy life?"
No, but i i'm
even before we blow
We’re not here again
We are in Music arms
Going crazy in studio day by day
Or like a childs flying through clouds
Where we were again
soldiers most definitely
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
Pour some on the ground
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