Lyrics:
a trap, bitch I be in the field[01:19.02]I can run this shit up by myself, bitch I don't need a deal[01:22.24]Aye i got something to say, before I cook
After laughter comes tears
I been on this earth for twenty-five years
Oppression and deceit don't depart from the streets
I'ma leave right now so
match yet
Meet me by the old Bastion
Crazy how the new world fashioned
Maybe there's truth in practise
Fading from view like "who needs a fact check"
Who
used to these 10s
Said she don't usually do this
I'll just pretend that's true, we're friends anyway
You're better off telling me straight
I can tell by
from 100 by 7s and forwards by 3s
They look at each other and shrug
Okay man, one exit down there's a truck stop
Officially, that's the end of our
burning
The snows made of ash
So how is this universe going to last
Wise like an old man
Always taking baby steps
Smoking ounce of weed 'til there's
Not
This is your life, yo
You got ups and you got downs, man
You got downs and you got ups
We all go through the same thing on different days, man
A world full of treachery.
Skies of silver and seas of gold.
The past is young and the future old.
We're closed in by iron gates.
Beyond them Elysium
Rollin' up a Swisher, with that green like asparagus, yeah
Got a gun by my waistline, they be thinkin' I'm a terrorist
Your main man be snitchin' before he
a blast, but that shit goes by way too fast
Your friends all left this farm town, left you out on your ass
The girl that you once loved that had your kid
Just another area
That shows I got soul
I got soul, you see, I'm swimming in the De La
I'm in my hood, man, my manhood worries ya
I'm known for
that's green
Hip Hop Awards twenty seventeen
Turn around say "Oh my god, look at the host
My man Khaled & Mr asahd" (ay)
So-so
I did this last year right?
explicitly and making you not get hurt
By showing you how I'm thirsty
Sending texts and writing letters?
Let me know what you prefer
Don't make this choice
bitch, uh
I've been talkin' to myself, I told myself, "I gotta get my shit together" (together)
Man, this shit is just like Tetris, get the bricks
(Push)
Oh boy, she want a dope boy
She want to throw bands on her pole dance
No test drivin' that two door
She want to stunt with me on her old man
(Push)
Oh boy, she want a dope boy
She want to throw bands on her pole dance
No test drivin' that two door
She want to stunt with me on her old man
I gotta get back to 'rado
I've been missing my old home
Cause this place brings me back to when I was
All alone
Gotta get back to freedom
I've been
not to Def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused
I'm not the dude
Grown man business, I am not in school
Put your hand down, youngin
This
conversation, bitch, I'm really geekin'
Geekin' off these pills, man, I still reach for reasons
Shout out to my old self, cause that nigga was geekin'
He knew
horns and my pitchfork
Are still back at my crib
But I can lay a quake on you
That'll level this whole jail down
'Cause I swear by all unholy
I'm gonna
If you don't know by now, we runnin' the game
Neck froze, got a mill' on the chain
Show respect to Cen' and Trade
Cut the check, believe we're
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
made it in there was no crowd going crazy
Bear vs a dog, is this even a fair fight?
Put you on a leash, you are bark I am all bite
I'm in my 20s, you're
They done waking up a beast inside this cage,
No this young man can't be tamed
He feels way too lonely
His brothers by his side he got Y'V
Walking round
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