Lyrics:
by the lights and the
Pain up in my soul
Thinking 'bout the damned
Thinking fame is just as cold
Y'all were never fuckin' wit' me
Y'all were never
none
Fear of what ain't scare of nothing
Kill em all spare none
You say what ain't hear none
Kill em all spare none
Don't you dare say something
Kill em
me
Also, I'm sending love to all of the above
They gotta whisper to me
I'm all alone in the place of underground
And I'm surrounded by grace
on the road
So why the hell they want some lazy dude by their side
If you can't bring nothing in that's as bad as homicide
Do something with yourself if you
to face another day
Everything is better let unsaid
Because I don't want to get a job
I've stolen all that I can rob
I don't know how I will get by
Born into this world, we must conform
To all these pointless rules
Where they take us for fools
And rob us of our
Tools of freedom and our right
and finesse
Used to rob everything that I got
That's all that I had, man
Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap
All I do is stack, yeah
Hot shells
brain
A lil piece of knowledge of the instrumental piece
Show em how
We blow em out
We bomb singles
Make all the single women bounce
We all
Gotta put yourself first
Go hard, know you deserve
Everything that you dream of
Gotta make em all believers
You got to...
Gotta put yourself first
Go
my gun in nine months 'bout to give birth right now
Run all up in a nigga hood and take his turf right now
Nothing's what your life is worth right
money boy get drop kicked
Live and die by the grind my time to shine I’m not stopping
Yeah I’m busy with that hustle boy I’m plotting
Yeah I’m busy
a hundred
Promiscuous hit you then give yo friends some
Was gon’ drop bro we cool again don’t go saying nothing
I do the fuckin’ most when I be out here by
all over the scene
I done seen dirty cops by rocks but not weed
I done seen strippers fuck off the strength because I'm me geez
Look and that's a little
brothers got killed
How I feel, I ain't feeling nothing but war in the air
Anywhere you go, anytime shit can get drilled
You better keep you at peace, you
all for granted
Then life start turn to granted
Having everything to having nothing
Now this turkey ain't got no stuffing
On the couch ill puffing
Betrayed by people that we become
And wonder why life means nothing
People try in win the game of life
By playing the game of death
Then they get fed up
I don heard a lot but never mind
Cause money talks In my mind but keep in mind
I'm never bought but I buy just to get by
Never get lost I'll be fine
Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin'
my whole life
High school back of the class always
Just another kid that rapped in the hallways
I dreamt about fame almost all day
Really it was
counting sheep
Awe you just woke up
Bitch go back to sleep
Nice guy gone, this by any means
Left it all up on the table just to see what they gone bring
Yeah
Come fuck wit us
Yeah, y'all know what to do to this shit
Yeah, haha, streets
We bout to do it again
We bout to do it again
We bout
they all come
On second thoughts I'm starving my
Distractions really on a mission
'Bout to rob the game blind
Shout out to the coalition
Ya'll letting
To be without you
Just sit by my side & share with me
All the feelings inside & the things you see
About you
I know Miss Lonely will be here
"Big
I wanna battle ya!
I think I could burn ya!" from where, Attica?
Look at you
You're shaking like a pair of dice!
And when I rip ya, rob ya
Roast ya
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