Lyrics:
the ceiling (uh huh)
Real butterfly doors, look at this Tesla (yeah)
Three hoes with me, God damn, I'm extra (yeah)
Sleep on the bitch like my middle name
of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did ya' forget where yo'
Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
side (By my side)
Usually when you're not around (Not around)
2 AM in the morning woke me up
That's the middle of the night (Krr krr)
What you talking
It was deep when I met you in the ocean (yeah)
Surrounded by darkness we're stuck, get out but I'll still find your love (Oh)
to slaughter your son and your daughter
You can blame the government
Let me tell you how it all started
The middle class was evaporated then the filthy rich
the fuckin FEDs hit
Me and Salvatore fucked up in the mix
That middle man and dumb bitch
Them niggaz snitched, GOD DAMN!
[Chorus] (Killer Mike talking)
Mama,
on it, real niggas balling
Money falling out of my jeans
Double white cup filled up with the lean
Niggas keep talking get heat with the bean
That’s
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
a little town somewhere north of Sydney by the beach where everyone's a little out of reach
Yeah it's just a portrait of the artist as a middle-aged man
love another
Talking about nothing but the change in the weather,
That's Friday at the dance
Well how the time has passed us by from one day to another,
underbelly
Oh he got a story to tell?
We ah turn it to a fairy
He steady cappin talking fairy tales
I could still be rich even if I lost my clientele
Bro
in the grass, and they're coming my way
But I'm in the middle of something hit em' with the K
I aint talking bout rifle, i am talking bout message
I am
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
Got a face tat
I can’t change that
On a note though
Like that you laid back
You keep talking, I keep talking back
Lay it on me
By the nightstand
a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed
me
Where no one I know
But then I see you there in the middle of the crowd talking to some girl
Laughing around but I, I'm moving with the sound
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
'Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it
Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer
Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number
You
with the extinctions
Up this AK to yo motherfuckin kidney
I heard you a Mickey Mouse, I ain't talking Disney
You'll get set up by a white bitch, I ain't
slap in the middle of the square. This was followed by five or six others, though we didn’t wait to see them burst.
Narrator:
In fact there had been
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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