Lyrics:
on my bucket list
Bitch the process is still pending
So if it’s like this in the beginning
Will a nigga live to enjoy the finish?
Life on story mode, I’m
died
I came A.LiVE
The boy turned to the man
And now I'm writing this verse by myself out by the sand just tryna let out all the things that I been
but heeyyy, we all live by the rules,
of the game we play
day to day, death is a possiablity
the way I play, feds stops you from killin' me
it's too hot
paper till patna ain't making payments
And mama ain't gotta work multiples, shit is draining
We 7 days away from this property saying vacant
Reality's
ear my heart they're open
You tell me something I don't mind
Don't keep it from me hoping
That I'll just find the reasons why
Verse 2
Now stop,
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
beat
Continue to be the voice
From above and beneath the streets
I gotta lot to say I like 2 talk a bit
Haters say I’m always negative
And always
Rolling ten man strong minimum Seven-up like Fido Dido
Scotland Green collect my giro
My whole crew wanted by the 5 0
Cooking up food
Bubbles floating
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
up
(Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get
now I don't got to run
Volume two and it live up to one
Yeah volume two is official begun
What occurred on the cross can not be undone
All of the work
the warriors
I’m bringing the pain
Snipe with the beast, militant mind-frame
Rapper K is the answer to the
Question of who is it got the call from the
Flip my
me
Elizabeth, this is a big one, I mean a dewe-dewe
Doogie, Howser, cause see I'm like Bowser
Kickin' it with the sha-na-na-na, the t-shirt,
let me, blame it on Tupac
Say 2 Live Crew, and you jerk out
Show the same amount of ass on the Jane Fonda workout
You wish I was in church, in
2 do
You came to get this ass whooping that was so sweet of you
beat a crew 2 death take you deep in the tunnel and buck
if you were smart you would
We 'bout to fuck this over
(East Mix, uh)
We left him in critical
Death or a hospital bed is the minimal
I know some opps that try and act like
So, fuck a nigga, who thought they was handing huh
I live by this notebook, I put my demons and hype on all of these papers
I got bars for any rap
from the East
Crazy how they pull a Rip Van Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my
Yeah
Yeah broadcasting live
From the soul
Serving food for thought
This is Rhyme a' la Mode
To appetize your mind
And help you find the road
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
the screen y'all don't give two fucks about
And y'all headed out talkin' bout how fuckin' good that shit was you feel me, haha
This has been
Live from my mind
Cause I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna
Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
the only way to live
If you really think about it
Every move is humble wit precision, careful thought decisions
And my whole cli-tique the same vision
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