Lyrics:
the grave digger when he dies?
He was the man that everyone knows
He is the one where everyone goes
Who's gonna bury the grave digger when he dies?
Who's
tam
You look me up and down,
To try and find out who I am
You startle and you hesitate as I extend my hand
If only you could see that I am just a man
cautious
But with the verses You would swear that I was born for the pulpit
I never spoke whats the use People judge by appearances
First black label like
How many man I taught to fish, when it came to feeding me
I was left with breadcrumbs
That shit always taught me I can't never die for niggas that won't
on s*** and that s*** pop
Like wow man I did that
Yo girl called like who is that
Damn near had to hit that
Might hit her up when I get back, yo diss track
only know
Let's just say if I was a clout-chaser I would be on
Shoutout Zendaya for saying she love the song
That's all i'ma say about it, now please
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
days I was assed out
Now they say that I'm the man
Yeah that's the word of mouth (Ooh)
I remember days I was assed out
Now they say that I'm the man
growing up in Harlem man
And how it worked out is like I had to find out for myself
First, what made me who I was
And so when I think about the big picture
I've been Helen of Troyed
Betrayed by the world
Left for dead
No words where said
I was the Prophet
The prophecy spoke
I was the chosen one
I
was kind of wild man, it really threw me off
That you was back on that bull shit right after we had talked
I ain't gone lie I should've hopped in
I did was guess the steps I took and hope I followed you
Full brightened lights but I still couldn't see
Maybe your light was too bright that it
got that relative who say dumb shit
Generation curses working, no I wasn't never perfect
Ladies, babies off limits, I'm a clown, blaze first
Glances
to the funds
Say you got lucky man nah this isn't luck
This is work I been putting in because I gave a fuck
Yall was talking all that shit now you all getting
foot
Roberto got the boot; it weren't golden
Eff that circle; moaned like myrtle
Cats who I rolled with, now I don't know them
Don't know them; phoneline
a chance at her dream
Meanwhile, he pops painkillers until the dude is numb
Knew I was a stupid ass, just not that I'm a ruthless one
Youth is easily
haircut man that's dark and lovely
Smooth and suave, that's why girls dream of me
And not to flaunt, I love a flirt with a skirt
And after a concert,
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis
What's fake and what's not really real
Who gon' be the one to really pull that trigger
Who gon' slide when it's time to slide?
Frenemies (yeah, yeah)
your pride
'Cause you're the kind of man, you know
Who likes what he says
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head
Well, the lady made
your pride
'Cause you're the kind of man, you know
Who likes what he says
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head
Well, the lady made
the one for you
my baby boy
I'll be by your side
Any time anywhere
you will be, yeah
That's how it's gonna be
'Cause I was meant for you
The engine roared, the motor hissed
And who could see that the road would twist?
In Sweeney's ledger the entries matched:
A Beadle arrived,
to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the glock
Shit was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
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