Lyrics:
the lil homie in the face
Before he could pull his gun out
15 years old, what a cold way to go out
(why, why)
Ain't no pity in my motherfucking city
It's
anymore)
Love don't live here anymore
(Love don't live here anymore)
Two strangers in love so much yesterday
United now only by pride (ain't it a pity)
Live
a pity? Aint it a shame?
I’m gone two thousand years and the world hasn’t changed
There’s still wars bein fought, there’s still
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
we live and where we lay
Of the pity and the shame
I ain't feeling too well, I think I need a rest
This train is swaying from side to side
It ain't
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
due to win
They fooled you once shame on them
There ain’t no saints in the city tonight
You’re gonna have to face the truth
There ain’t no saints in
still ain't registered yet
But you can bet, your legacy they'll never forget
The Motor City, Motown, hip hop vet
Hip Hop Shop, dreads, it don't stop
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Flavored with spice
No we don't look the same
One race under god
Let's put racism to shame
We are the world
And we are the people
Let's tell it how
a shame, that's a pity
Stuck to the code and I ain't switching sides
Mama gon have a million when I die
Raging on stage, the whole crowd going live
You
and young, yeah, I'm feeling Egon Schiele
Pity the one, who ain't been by the marina
I was there just before Dark Knight had hit the theater
How I wish I could
keep spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Turning them into orphans.
Can you believe that?
Do people even care
When it ain’t your
Kids right there?
Man I hope you don’t pull
This bullshit
By me or I
a pro
When you ain't even part of the convo
Nothin' but an amateur, I'll slow down when I want it colossal
Only way to put it if I chose
I could be
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
spending nights on the street
Can't make ends meet so all you feel is shame
How about when you gotta feed mouths
And the money ain't coming in like it once
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
jax, but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game, we do our thing, son
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know
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