Lyrics:
looked out for me
M.L.K. was cool but I'm starting to see what Malcolm see
It's like the fuckin' government been practicing some alchemy
The way they take
of the muthafuckin' Humvee
So you niggaz could see me
I'm bout to do somethin' dangerous
I took the steerin' wheel from the left to right so I could look famous
I
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Any nigga diss n we gone spin again
U can keep on hiding
It Aint a problem
We can hit yo mans
That could never be me tho
If I diss a Nigga
Imma pop
he'd be sent to Dixon?"
He says, "Slim to none, Illinois got fifty prisons
I got a clemency petition, you could help me pitch it
Hold on, let me call
take you back
I have wasted so much time
How could I have been so blind
And now you say how much you need me
Forget it baby it just can't be
You think
shit
It's Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number one, blame the BCS, it's they fault
Ask about your boy, I'm nice with my hands
Maybe
I tell it like it is, then how it could be
Heaven or hell boy, freedom or jail boy
A Jansport bag full of shit I could sell for
The higher,
Bullet proof rhymes and the flow is sicker than(Sicker)
4th wave, nigga 5th wave
You can't contain-
You can't contain it
Man I never been a fall guy
Never
fully grown
I been trying to go legit and work me a 9 to 5
But child support court order extortion, robbing me blind
It's all bad, and I don't mean bad
? and the answer shocks me
It was the voice of my homeboy Roc-T
Him and Dizzy had been waitin' for me
Had a show at three and now I'm late as can be
Said I have
in the pen (mama)
She wanna break me out and I can't see her going in (ooh)
I swear to God, you might ain't seen it (no)
But if you been through
Could've gone my own way
Letting all my fears get the best of me
I'm losing you, boy I'm so afraid
Lookin' at the clock
Wonder where you have been
Haven't
could lace dog
Get Fresh
Cuz that don't mean nothing to me
I'll have a caucasoid monster out here cupping his teeth
Supple and sleek
I've been up for
or ditch her?
If not, dude how could you ever be the victor?
Why we always learned that cash don't buy us happiness?
But still you trick me into thinking
my time to go
And if it ever gets there
I’ll never let have them have my soul
I’ve been tryna live righteous
Coulda had it on the stove
Know
up on Timbaland and Missy with the pound
Like, "You, give me the cash, you, put the hot dog down"
I figured it out, niggas been robbing Joe before
easy, huh (drip, drip)
They said they love me (love it), need me
I'll go broke and I could bet you they leave me, huh (they outty)
But fuck it, I'm
heart sing
Her name written in that unsteady hand
If Grandmother Sky is good, it reads
Then this will find you sitting on your throne
It's been so long
Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi
they like to dread got more ice than a cooler
I'm just bathin' in the blood, soap & suds with the loofah
They gonna drive me super crazy
They been actin'
was playing til they seen me coming
Check me dare a nigga check me
I'll probably put a 100 bullets thru his neck piece
I could stretch em out or have em
the struggle
Man my Homies doing twenty-five to Life
Just be True to myself and stay outa trouble
Is what my Brother told me so it's what I'm living by
Fill my
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