Lyrics:
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
of beats
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
.. wrong with that kid making that strange noise
It was like, for all
friction
We just let it be
We share the same addiction
For only our eyes to see
Havin' no suspicions
He goin' stand right by me
I need somebody who will
don't got money
But I'm feeling kinda hungry
And I think I've got a gift card
To the place we like
Grab a sitter for the kids
And we'll make it a night
Love all the good times we have
But I hate it when you gone cuz it kinda makes me sad
So like a kid looking for attention I'm acting out all bad
Smile
all my dogs good
They running, they running don't run out the clock
They living in a falsehood for damn way too long, man, check out the stock
But
with the heat
The Top Dog will rhyme over any beat
Yeah, you rep for the hood, that's all to the good
My dogs get high off Henn and backwood
I got love
goes by who cares
So just stay awhile
'Cause good things come in pairs
So just stay awhile
Like boring billionaires
Or kids staying up all night
We could
try to do good 'cause you reap what you sow
I don't play by your rules, 'cause I make them on my own
Gotta live in the now 'cause the past won't erase
still aiming for more
I'm kicking down all of the doors
We was just some stoop kids look at us know
Running through the city - look at me know
Cuttin
The transparent kid but still I rise
Good golly I’m feeling jolly
Even without popping a molly
Unlike Polly my pockets fat
When you put in work that capital stacks
guess that that's just how it is when the problems of today are even worse for the kids;
I guess that that's just how it be when we're joining every war
complete command
Shit we can eat good off that
I been surviving for this long
With less being a pizza man
All these labels bull shitting they'll take every
kids find it awkward
Female paupers on a quest, midnight marauders
Street corners is the office, the lawyers and the bosses
Pass by, cheating on their
Ladies and gentlemen I would like to tell y'all a story about a kid who had a dream and he pursued that dream
Seventeen with a dream of music
People
thong, happy 'cause daddy gone
Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get
Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid
Okay, now where
like Yoshi and Toad
So for your own good, trust me
You don't want to see me on your road
Nah you don't want to see - go on then
Shiiiit
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog, but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
need no entourage and I'm good on extra help
I can't sit around and wait for niggas, I'm good all by myself
They don't wanna see you live, they just
I've been feeling so tired lately
Drowning by all the work daily
Constantly picking up my phone trying to get where i gotta go
Looking for
the struggles
They were facing
Before time was up
Nowadays
It's a fad
To speak about the hood
Kids are growing up
Thinking living bad is good
Every generation
without a bankroll (Yea)
I'm dropping music off a bankroll (Yea)
I'm getting money by the way though
Strippers on me for that pay roll
I'm counting cheese
The last thing that my grandma told me
Before she closed her eyes for eternity
She was sad that she never
Got to meet my kids
That was six months ago and it
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