Lyrics:
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas,
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
Then You rescued me, rescued me
Lord, with a touch of Your hand
Another captive free again
Who else in heaven could do this but You?
You rescued me,
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
your life
Rest in peace to Gil Scott from the kill or be killed blocks
Not from Philly but a nigga done hustled them hilltops
Commercial pop artists
are not your friends
I never had a friend
In my life i've only had
Acquaintances that only needed
Me to drink and smoke with i don't even drink
Or go
me
It sounds crazy
But it's true I ain't gaslighting
My past life is the last titan
Picking fights with Goliath
My soul is jaded so in chaos
All I hear
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
into a lover's knot
With a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot
Finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
into a lover's knot
With a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot
Finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
No photoshop
Live life that's all we got
(AYOCUS)
Aye
Recently yeah I've been thinking
Stuck in battles with my demons
Time is ticking, gripping,
Chung
No regret, on man wet
Leaving the scene throwing up my set
Hit you up and then I'm out
Yeah, you're left with a dick in your mouth
[Yo-Yo]
like Kalissa, Halle in 'Boomerang', yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was *** with Scott
I got
Our Manager said OH MY GOSH
Why would you get Imma Go DIE on your tattoo
It's the
Metaphysical meta-human with metaphors
All you Niggas can't give
the lost and found
Never heard this sound let me make my rounds
So put your hands up if you with me from the jump
Turn your jams up if you stuck in
too clever, however
I own my own label
Partners with Scott Larock, he's on the turntable
And partner lee smith
I'm exercising a true gift just
don't need your help now never had a helping hand
I been a menace I do my own thing
Take a sip of the juice and I stay out the way
I cant deal with these
reality, confuse it then its nightmares
Wake up with night tears, ask yourself how can you fight fears
Handicap matches, not in your favor, cuz life don't
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
In America
You're a target if you're black
Walk around the streets
With a bull's eye on your back
Like they did to Walter Scott
The black man that
balloon in the sky
Look at it wave at me
How foolish am I to ruin my life
All these should've could've would've Drooling with mights
Like Scott Norwood
wonder there was such sickening celebration over the Task Force
When so called radicals work hand in hand with the ruling elite?
Yesterday those wily
hand to layin stiff on Grand Ave
I can't forget Liberty City and those notorious polka beans
and Scott Projects where nothing's clean
Miami's where we
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