Lyrics:
me by
Oh please, don't pass me by
For I am blind, but you, you can see
Yes, I've been blinded totally
Oh please, don't pass me by
And you know as I
the king Come on
That's phenomenal
Who want it with the King that's right
Who want it with the king
I told you Homie you don't want it with the King
We don't
brawled in every bar-room from Ely to Fort McLean
Now me and old Ted Johnson, sure you'll not remember him
We was working at the Rarus had a stope with Sull
I've been posted with the gang, I don't care about you
And it'll never be the same, what you hear about me
Now it's never gon' change, what you hear
times infinity
Don't care if you feeling me, I'm still a beast, if I relapse, I just relapse into killing beats
When I relapsed, I didn't have to worry
Piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave, back from the dead like nigga please be have, they think I don’t know, that I’m EL Diablo they follow!
a smile on my face
So suicidal they locked me up in Mclean
My ex raped me in the most subtle of ways
You know when you don't wanna fuck and it's all
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mama and daddy singing along to Don McLean
the sun
If you don't open your eyes
Girl don't let real love pass you by
Ooh oh no
Ooh don't let real love pass you by
I know you know this
But
the sun
If you don't open your eyes
Girl don't let real love pass you by
Ooh oh no
Ooh don't let real love pass you by
I know you know this
But
looking for me then
I don't need to live by your rules, you don't control me
Until you've walked a mile in my shoes, you don't know me
And I know, I
don’t know
We’d be in the same room
We don’t ever say shit
Let’s keep it between me and you
And we cool (Cause they don’t know)
I’m the one you be texting
They don't even ask how I been, CC in reverse I walk outta the scene
This ain't no game if you know what I mean
That boy 17 with 2k in his jean
That
funk me (You funk me good)
Don't you know you've got to funk with me?
Oh, funk me oh, funk me good
Don't you know you've got to funk with me?
Oh, funk me
God sent me to make this pathway for all of my niggas
And after me this shit just won't be the same
but you don't know that
It's something about me
the beam on the side page
Call me genius cause I know
Shit that you don't know
You gon' work for me or you
Gon' starve to ya bones show
And you can talk dawg
All blue
Tell me what the fuck to do
I dont know, idk
You know all my friends are blue
And you know we don't lose
All blue
Tell me what the fuck
My blunt gone hit like a choppa
Knock you out
Just threw him his 3rd strike
Now he out
I don’t even talk
Unless I know whats it’s about
Ima make
at me they better come right (You heard me?)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
at me they better come right (You heard me?)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
and don't
Know when I'm fucking up
I keep a pack on me, I'ma run it up
I got my racks on me, pockets 'boutta bust
Say you this, say you that
I don't give
the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go
the 203
Think McLean won't shoot?
Come on; you know me
I'm sick, like I belong in the hospital
All the bullshit, man, you really need to stop it, bro
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