Lyrics:
didn't stop for seven red lights
I jumped into water that's fifty degrees
I've rowed in a kayak in thirty foot seas
I've stayed in the woods for a week
bun, it can be a knife or big gun
Some can see the sun going down, some can’t see the morning one
Death been taking many men down, coming fi dem one by
got a wave we been
Chilling by the ocean
Now I got a big drop top and I’m rolling
And I told my girl imma
Be up till the morning
Feeling like I’m 2-3
First thing
When I wake up in the morning, it's quarter to five I tell myself something ain't right
First thing
I'ma do when I rise
Take a pen
are greatly exaggerated
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax is highly complicated, cause I immigrated from
This singly-bred little place in
the pulpit
I kill a nigga at the drop of a dime
Just imagine what I do for a quarter
Ain't no telling what I do for a dollar
Pop a nigga right in front of his
Anywhere yuh see me go yo
Di star dem rise
I'm bout to turn up
Woke up this morning looked in the mirror like you're my friend you're my bro I know
niggas tryna borrow some
Might be rich by morning so I can't wait til' tomorrow come
God fearing murda' baby
I'm still right on Hemlock
Momma think she
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in L.A. the top
2:30 in the motherf*****' morning what the f*** are you doin' out here?
Out here trappin' tryin to get rid of this bong purp man
Man, you can come with
knows how
He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake
It's Talib Kweli in the place to be Brooklyn
Most definitely ya know what I'm sayin' Mount Vernon
And Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth (true) the brothers
every morning in the face of a cop
Because I used to take the nine and go ( *3 shots* )
So now I'm in prison and yo, it's like apartheid
Modernized
Everywhere I go they want to know who I am
Got caught by the voice and fell in love with the man
They don't know about the road on this path to fame
the Knife?
From a tugboat, by the river
A cement bag's drooppin' down
Yes, the cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Macky's back in town
Lookie
Ayd
Boomba
Gbes gbes
Me can't deny
In the morning and in the night
Fine girls dem feeling me vibe
Cause me music got them feeling alive
Feeling alive,
Red lights
Tucked in knife
Sixteen lines with cyanide
Feel her hands run down my spine
I feel like shit I'm sick inside
Break her back
Yeah bend her
with me don't wanna get sprayed
Aye different whip I'm riding in and thats a wraith
(And that’s a what?)
But I'm still the same nigga go by Jay
(I go by
It’s six in the morning, I’m waiting for you
Sat by the shore staring at the sunrise
The waves are going back and forth
But I don’t know If it’s
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Drawn to the moonlight cut by a dark knife
There's no way back once you've bled out your own life
Slipping into the arms
When the cards came down I went belly up
Took my grandpa's knife and my pickup truck
Nothing left cept my own last name
Just someone else's kid
When I get up in the morning
Got a world of trouble on my mind
And nothin' seems too easy
When your clock's tickin' quarter to five
Make my way
of town
Where I took a pocket knife and carved out our names
In the morning I am gonna cut that tree down
Gonna build a fire and watch us go up in flames
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