Lyrics:
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
never win
I didn't choose what skin to come into this world in
It's like a whirlwind
The way you twisting hate around on a brother
We live in the same
Yeah, I got 10 minutes, better start the clock
While you come around the corner, bitch, I'm shootin' shots
At your bitch, she want the dick, that
the hustling commence
I'm on the road I'm to this bag I might be back by ten
Go out of town I make a play I won't come back again
Communication don't mean
shot my shot and you know that I wet that
Major comeback from a lil setback
Come up boy
You can fuck around and get your whole damn set clapped
Just for
on repeat
Boy you better believe you got what it takes to succeed
You come from a different breed I do this to let em see
Ima take it up a degree, workin wit
Uhhhhh
Ahh
A Ahhhhhhhhh
Uh uh uh
Uh uhhhhhhhh
Yeah
I cant talk real shit around fake niggas they run off with the gossip
Front me a ki ima cut it
Or nightmares
Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared
To ever come back around here
I practice authenticity
And if that don't resonate
Then you ain't gotta
I made the right moves according to society
Go to school, get a job, start a family
Nothing good in life ever comes easy
Life is not a game & it's
around em because you leeching
I been through some shit by my lonely didn't have nobody to hold me
I'm take care of my momma I sear I mean it
Hold up we
ever in the field when them shots soaring
If you ever come around better proceed with caution
Step up to the scene always cause a scene
Don't make me do
Now buddy get up and come here to your pap
I'll tell you a story, climb up in my lap
'Tis better than the story of Daniel or Ruth
Although it is
All my Rasta bretheren getting insight from trees
To my brothers up in college getting PHD's
Or any other degree
Even if you just reading for mental
Yeah...
These days I spent my time slow
Ly wasting away in my home
I grew up, just finished school so
Got my degree to pursue goals
That don't
I gotta be real with you babe
Something about your vibe
Your energy just
It makes me want to have you around
We ain't gotta move too fast too soon
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
my baby, my baby, my baby
She once trained a horse to do cartwheels
Put a coyote in a sleeper hold
Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly
degree
Cipher, bound
Whats it like to (rough?) around
In the twenty one gun salute
Man
Competition don't rest
Like a veteran in battle
Standing
I'm in the cube and I'm deep in the toilet
Way down deep where no good scent can spoil it
Where I can get respect from all the shit around me
As far
nothing money cannot buy in here today
Just need someone to come
And to get me out of here
I really cannot work it out by myself
I need someone to rescue
the fake
Im after profits
Not distracted by the drama
Net worth in the negative
Competition
Wit myself
Im Tryna beat
My high score
Hard
Its in the millions
There's no set back
Come around find out
We don't hold back
Try run the game
Catch your breath back
When it's done right
Feels like a set up
Damn right when
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
nigga I tell you, that pussy was stinky as a muthafucka!
Fuck that bitch if she ever come around me again!
JT: Damn that ?????? ....
what the fuck you
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