Lyrics:
Another morning, but the same old day
It's always the same
All work and no play
It's summer time, but it's cold inside
Getting worn away by
money, forty year old phenom
My fifteen minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At forty two be better than twenty fours
I carried the 4-5, mastered 48
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
the old DMX you niggas Drag-On
Game raw as fuck like poking holes in the Magnum
Used to ether the niggas in all of my 16s
Now I scare 'em once a year
were mine but
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Years go by, need my space I gotta meditate
Do, re, me, fa so, tired of holding on
Need to let you go, so I roll
seeking love
At twenty-six he made a heinous choice
By fucking a fifteen year old girl
While married still
Screaming innocence
And his parents believed him
Yeah, I wanna be your lover (not your brother, not your mother, yeah)
The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.
Crept through the gap
Took a long damn time for you to rethink life, looks like you've risen up out the ground
Couple year old photos being brought up, as if you remember our
find you in the snow
Buried six feet deep below
Old boyfriends, girlfriends,
Cafes closed so long ago
Amelia
Amelia
Amelia, don't come home
You took
was only 8 years old seen what crack look like
I was on 7 years old knew what straps look like
Them bullets spark and leave you parked at a traffic
vile, it burns my nostrils
I am pressed down by my only, only crown
You were twelve years old and terrified
Of getting circumcised, Curtains of Gold
It's
this cliff
Like it's the end of ''Lie To Me''
Try me, east coast kid with a shoulder chip
White boy, thirty years old, don't give a shit
Truth is I'm
I pass it to no one
Ya
More together
Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson
Produced by 6ix
We can do much more together
We can do much
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed
You don't know me, you're too old, let go,
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Vinyl Days
DJ Premier
That's my homie, that's my idol
On the road to success but y'all idle
6ix on the beat, Rattpack,
on swole since eighteen years old
Gettin' my dough, cigars are hand-rolled
From Guantanamo, Gallardos, the car shows
The Narcos, Gestapos, Optimos
'Cause
name
Sir Dominick still feared to die and so he took the fee
He signed his name in blood, forgot he was no longer free
Six years passed by quickly:
a couple woods out the same zone
Still smokin like a piss test
Wont set me bacc like six years
And I still cant sit still yet
I still remember you would picc
the solar
Fourteen thousand six hundred and still going
The year I drop from heaven seven sevens still growing
Got more drive than an Audi I dare you to doubt
behaviour
He'll be out in 6 that my black friend
They shot him in his crib
Got his ass beat up by those gringo pigs
Fired 6 shots while he was peein'
was 11 years old
ct Cal Skate singin Nas " If I ruled the world"
You know what it's like to go to work nigga?
cnd hear a song you on come on at your
Pay me now, not later
'Cause I've gotta leave
Got a forty year old woman
Who's six foot four
All the kids go crazy
When they see me at the door
L's
He went upside my head when I
Was putting him through hell
His first heart attack, I was 6 years old
They ain't let me near the hospital
That shit
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