Lyrics:
that you could live with me
Trying to hide things from me
Like I was blind I really see
Reason that I ran the streets because we ain’t have a thing
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
The nights alone in my room
I get by on the hopes
That I'll see you soon
So everyday
We could make
We'd make the best of love
But you
Live so
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
could've given us a
Medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone (which wasn't very
Likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing was
the thing is
Shooting up prayers aiming
Might send a letter to, letter to
You, the son of man
We the same but I breathe fire Through the diaphragm
Recessive
to
A base-head cleaned up his act
He stopped smoking crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way, positive
print that shit
Hang that shit on their walls
Just to remind themselves who they could've been
I flex on camera
Girl I’m in Gucci galore like they made
it's wrecked
By the flash, by the camera.
Get a grip on something other than a camera, Ugh
Yeah you know I'm surrounded by the darkness
But I know Him
tried with Aunt M
All the stolen jewelry over 20 years, we never understood it
How could it be missing
All the slander that it could be someone else
Did
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
cause you'll never write
But I'ma still send this letter off, P.O. Box
And when you get it
[Chorus]
Please take it personal
Please take it personal
have burned
But I'll get by if I try
So this is my goodbye
This is just a letter that I'll never get to send
To you my sweet friend
So this is my reply
Print that shit
Hang that shit on their walls
Just to remind themselves who they could've been
I flex on camera
Girl I’m in Gucci galore like they made
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
gonna
Him hear rounds from a Calico gun cocks
I was returnin' the favor
Why we even comparin' namе to name?
I been surpassed his and then somе
Who y'all
Make these sacrifices man I gotta be
Patient I wrote a letter to myself
Better than this in the future I gotta be
Wish I could tell you that I been
out with your hands up
Or we're gonna blow you out of here
There was a face in the window
TV cameras rolled
And they cut to the announcer
And the story
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
we do acapella!
Sc: Ay that camera
Caan that camera even pick up?
Wr: And then we do acapella!
Can you see- Can you hear even the music?
Cah' me got
"Who the hell do they think they are,
Invading our home like that?
Grandma and I had to leave so fast,
We couldn't even catch the cat."
"The
dizzy me if you can't make a better song
And if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong
Cash motivation we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A-R
for what you possess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two
Picture perfect things
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