Lyrics:
man
Don’t speak on me again, you can never win
No longer holding in, you gon fold again
Went in a mission, you ain’t pull the pin
He played you like
What you know about Lord Finesse or Das EFX
Or Phife from A Tribe Called Quest
What you know about Easy Mo Bee, EPMD, and M-E-T-H-O-D Man
I'm a Stan
around
Poor people treat ya brother as a equal
Snuffin to be found on the ground
These ain't the faces of a clown
We the meek, God bless us
It's the ones we love the most who seem to fall fast
And I'm doing bad so I get the call last I swear to God, I swear to God
it's all bad
It's badder
face in a rather dark state (State)
I black out, I leave em with heavy doubt
I give her the heavy d, ain't no way that she holdin out (Yeah)
Ay
of 8 ball
And only 3 feet tall
He said welcome and greedings to your new land Joe
I said who the fuck are you, "Sky Lolo?"
He said I'm a pimp, a player,
sleep for a couple minutes more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold hearted things that I
have done
I said I'm sorry by now at least once
man on Mars
Big me saying "bro you gonna die there"
Little me said "do it look like care?"
I’d care less
Count stars not sheep
I couldn’t give a damn
sorry for the way i'm about to act
They was lookin for the old me well fuck it man i'm back
They kept telling me to chill so i said fuck it just relax
But
biased
So what the fuck should we all do
Put our trust inside the ones who lied and think its all true
Nah fuck that, I'll cum inside a bitch and tell her
just pray god understands they really had to pay them debts
I never been one to take orders
Man I always had power
Living by the G-code
It's death before
Bike
Who told you I roll on my Johnson
See man riding a Boris Bike
Ride my bike Shoreditch to pit's
On my bike, I linked bare tings
Talk too much? Don't
cussed out by my mama
Herpes in my blood and that shit got me cryin'
I really got feelings, you see without science
Somebody ain't real, I'ma cut my
anticipated.
"I shouldv'e seen it comin',"
He said in his eulogy.
"I never thought I'd have to say 'I ain't got no body'."
(I ain't got no body.)
Johnny came
Everything I do I gotta do it by myself
For the longest time this is how I've felt
Wanna get away wanna hide myself
Who you gonna call with a cry for
hard to just get by
It seems so meaningless to try
When all I want to do is cry
Who would ever know I felt so sad
Even though I get so high
I know
good
I've always been open to finding out who it is I'm posed to be
If I can't live my dream, I'd rather take a nap and die in my sleep
And I put that
I couldn't do dat
Dem say, who can busy like dis man?
And if dem search the whole land dem not find a man
Puba is the one to make dem fly girls
I said
Playhouses
Swept away by the river now
Confound me
Sound me out now
Like a crayon in your hand
And whos little girl are you now
Oh,
a lil boy who reside by the coast
I know what I'm doin
I'm steady pursuing
I'm tryna run up on a bag
Yeah
Me and the homies on top
Ain't never gon swap
We
Black Man rise from your slumber, we don't have a birth record no number
Direct descendant of the God who made us, now a product of the man who
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
At night I cover my ears in tears
The man downstairs must have drank too many beers
But one day you'll pay
Doomed to this kid that you fueled
kick this shit up
Uh, uh (Yuh)
I was seven when I wrote my first rhyme
My grandma always knew I'd fly, she said it's bout damn time
Seen hella shit them
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