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of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
ain't April but ya may fool
In the studio booth y'all be street clones
I'm authentic and taking my seat, thrones
An underground king just like Sweet Jones
some hurtful things
And I cannot control my rage when
It comes on the scene
It be like hey I'm here to play
What you say to me?
Don't you back away know
This time
I'm emotionally unavailable
I'm sure it must be hard for someone like you
And maybe you just think it's another bad excuse
But darling if you
make it tho, mistakes are gonna make me grow
Tall
Imma catch the ball and I’m not gon fall back into old habits
No more ragin, blowin gaskets
Progress be
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me
He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes
Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
as me
'Cause old school rappers just ain't what they used to be
So up your nose with a rubber hose
And every brother knows that your style's older than
stick by the code
I know one day ima blow
Gotta count up a M for i go (Count up a M for i go)
Some of this shit done got old (Some of this shit done got
paid to play, so let me through
I'm just here to speak the truth
Say my name like Beetlejuice, and I'll pop up and be uncouth
It's Mac T or Mac Turner
Pull up to the crib, and I'm smokin' on that gas
I just sold a laced cart to a seven year old
But it don't matter
'Cause if he fuckin' dies, then I'm not
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
greatest)
But still to fall in love is like an orgasm
'Cause you never gonna know if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, gettin' shaded in the basement
I
plan to do a violent number
Yall just defying the one
That out her eyeing the lumber
Cuz John 15:2 say he be
Slicing for plunder
And I'm Jumping back
me a
Desire for His work, man
Kill me if you want, but I'm
Gon' get back out that dirt, man
Not yet what I'm gonna be
But not what I used to be
I bless
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
that I was riding
I'm not just up in the car, this the front seat nigga
School days was the worst, I'm being hated by the flunkies
Still going ape shit,
from all communication, our closure was next to none
That was just me being dumb
Deep down I wasn't either
But I'm so damn stubborn, my stupid pride had
motherfucker
And see, I'm a legend-killer too
Any OG don't like this shit, speak up now
'Cause I'm never gonna speak
Again about this shit i tried to be nice
I'm just tryna to turn you into motherfuckin' thugs
So come and get some of this thug passion, baby
I could pull out the drink and be good until
This for all my fans that say they want that old Vic
I've grown too much to ever be the old Vic
I'm new and improve call me Vic 2.0
Still making
I ain't tired, but you know
I'm on a roll, roll, roll
I'm a diamond and I made it outta coal, coal
Coal
I'm in Compton and a homie got a vest on
If
a
It's gonna be a good day
It's gonna be a
Man It's gonna be a good day
It's gonna be a good day
Woke up this morning to some money on my line
Woke up this
But if you stay I'm gonna love you
I'm gonna keep that promise that I made
'Cause deep inside I know that I'd be lost
If you ever went away
I'd
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