Lyrics:
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
Yeah, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
For your eyes only, for your eyes only (for your eyes)
For your eyes only
Hey, niggas be dying
close your eyes"
Now it's Pharrell's turn to
Spin a track-in-progress
They listen, bobbing their heads slightly
Occasionally both bursting into song
When
momma taught me that if I
Was in a grocery store
And I’m by myself and a
Stranger grabbed my hand
Scream at the top of your fucking
Lungs if I’m
on the show
The Streets is Watching or whatever
I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes
And they still are, you know
So, Jay came in and he spit all
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
on at the Grammy's
I'm finna talk to God so much I pray the devil can't stand me
Coast to coast from San Francisco to the Hudson like Stanley
Don't keep your eyes
the slanguage
I ain't even drop no album yet
Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining
If you a bitch nigga, sorry
In backs there is bodies
Have your
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Are you ready to die tell me why you choose to tell me in my
Face, have your body dry, pack that fire, look in my eye
Have your spirit below me
looking on the bright side hay
Be with the right guys (Oyaloo)
We the voice in the streets
We the light light
Tsiey
Kro ah kasa by heart sorr
Ɔyɛ normal e
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
kind of power as a hustler
You had to overcome this emotion no one could
Read it in your eyes this meant
That he would have to place
Himself again
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Of where I'm at most of the time like
Kind of aloof and salty and
Also young and black
Last question there's a poem about you
Written in
1995 by your family
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
out
Flash in, flash out
Fam, my album's now in stores
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Flash in, flash out
Share it with your
This that Off Beat And Righteous
Hope your soul gon' like this
Right on
Roj Mahal Trash Mahal
Mesmerized by the twinkle in the eye of a child
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that evil grin (evil twin)
Please come in, what was your name again?
Hi, faggot
Look who's back with
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