Lyrics:
Don't be... 8.5
Fucking wit a god on the mic like me
Catch em wit the weapon when I murder these beats
I ain't scared of these streets shit I'm one
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home
Successful and blacked owned
Give all thanks to God
He even got me out when times were odd (Yessirrr)
Now I'm finally getting it in
Ballin' wit all my homies
ass home
When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches
So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is
Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
some shrooms and now I'm on a trip
I know y'all are waiting for my return home
My life is not a game I'll throw you into the inferno
By Dante and one
generation
(America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone)
I had heroes when I was a kid we all did and our heroes did their thing
That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls
But don't feel sorry for me
Things weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young
something in the distance
And the further along I go
The closer I get to home
Where I learned...
You can't be a warrior without a war
And don't blame other
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Gotta go and get a bag
Dior, Gucci, 'Rari, two seat
She's a movie, but means nothing to me
A-list singer and she's just
of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
So when James went to church this nigga did the same
So he's
You wouldn't even get an honorable mention
Claim you a starter you start on the bench end
Let's keep the focus on my guys
See all of em stars in their
UP ALL THESE NUMBERS TILL IM IN THE SUMMIT
TRYNA GET ABOVE IT BUT THEY JUST WANNA SEE A BRO PLUMMET
THE WAY A LAY PIPE (HA) YOU WOULD THINK I’S
data
Sh- that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix Treach with a Jada
Then combine 'em with Method Man
are)
Shit, legends are made of, spit treacherous data
Shit that you would say to your worst enemy
This wretchedness is what you get when you mix
the madness
When your friends is Chris and Gwyneth
When your girl is more famous than Juventus
Then it's time to get all your windows tinted
Keep your eyes
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
get down when it's time to brawl
Then head to church on Sunday when ya Grandma calls
Hallelujah, thank God for ya Pastors
God is good all the time in
to hangout
By the pool later
I tell her yes I would love too
Then we both go back to are rooms
In my room I get ready to go to the pool
I get to the pool I get
Yeah
Jacquees said, yeah, yeah
I'm a young, Black Maynard, mama gospel singer
Daddy dope slanger, born from the anger
Tryna work a angle, get
hit by the karma
Got some guns but ain't no farmer
Man I ain't no farmer, knock me down but I come back harder
When I come back harder
Watch a man get
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
the same
And when government bar down
Then I wan' give ghetto man job home
My God oh, 'cause if a ghetto man a get work
My brother na a win go take some five
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