Lyrics:
at our shows
To get you bumpin harder than then driving over Jersey's potholes
You're not sold? Your loss bro
I'm spitting miracles
Your apostles turn into
to the Graduation albums Kanye made by himself
Man I'm the next one
Ain't no competition with me I'm the best son
You could think that you're superior that's your
for that good kind thing.
I can tell by the way you're acting,
You know exactly what I mean.
There's no harm done, I know you're the one.
You don't got
everything's upbeat
Parties, ball in the park
Nothing, but girls after dark
We chill, nobody gets ill
In the place we call the hill
But if you try 'em
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
the blood in my brother's eyes (He would kill again)
Know he got his own thing yea, but I'm missing him
I like big racks, counting by checks, I'ma big flex
my toes up to my grill
If you ever loved somebody, then you know just how i feel
If you have nobody please just call me, I have time to kill
Im filled
good things take time
God sent me you as an angel
When you're alone, the little thoughts that nobody knows
Hardest thing to do was stay strong
I knew
So you moved to Charlotte and you slept in your car
And you’re proud of yourself cause you came so far
But your life’s a wreck
And you live check
a rocket
I could fly off into space, and study different comets
But I'm stuck on a rock where you get shot while you're walking
Or get cuffed by a cop
to rob the man
They wanna kill us all now
They want to starve us all out
One by one
There’s nobody left to bow down
Take the throne
You’re just a king
And I, I wouldn't trade it for the world, world, world
And I, just so fucking lucky you're my girl, girl, girl
And I, I wouldn't trade it for
of big ideas
On a rocket to the top
You gon’ take your spot
’Til it’s January first and you’re still right here
With all these hoes
All these hoes
Damn,
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
This rap game is rough I tell ya
I get no respect ya know?
No respect
A & R's man?
That's what A-n-R stands for you ya know?
You think you're about
Alright boys
I got a whole palette of vision I need to go out by tonight (yeah)
I need you vigilant out there (yeah)
So keep your head up
Watch
nobody knows
If you should be for sure to walk out your door with your 44.
Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I can't wait no mo'
Man, f**k this rap shit,
kill them, I'll fuck around and pile eight million
Dead little juveniles, wait, chill, then, I'll await my trial date 'til then
Ain't nothin' you say
charge
Push, Bush outta office, dump 'til they get off us
Make them offers, that leave niggas in coffins
[Goldie Loc]
Can you feel it my nigga, I'm
I am by far
But nobody knows it
That's why I was born
I'll blow my horn
'Till somebody hears it
I'll light up like a light
Right up like
at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M
Station, you're Haitian, you'll never get nowhere
But I sweared on my grandmother grave
don't get so frustrated (Nobody said it would be all roses)
I'll never let you fall
I'm not impressed by your pride
Know you're used to doing it all but
violence begets violence, you're drowned in a river of blood
And all you bastards can plead for mercy and cry, you're buried alive
Nobody's digging you up
been two years, you're sitting in the same spot
Chilling in the same blocks
Me and you are different
You talk about beef
While I plan your route home
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