Lyrics:
crooked-ass sheeeit
Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nuttin new, so I do, what I can to get through
Now first they had me trapped
Get up, get up you've gotta do this you fuck!
Got a blunt in my mouth so I'm okay yeah
Then when it fades away think of yesterday
Got a blunt in my
how can I say
I've just been thinking that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
The arbitrary lines I impress in
pray to me
Doggin' that bitch 'til her face full of Maybelline
In my cup, maybe it's lean, we don't do no green
Left wrist on Billie Jean, Billie
I'm tempted to add in
Got so many boos feel like Knicks with the draft pick
I put on like a coat when its winter ya lips should stay zipped like
which way
Dominating like Doc J.
Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it
It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane
Three hundred and sixty
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
"Anubis why do you speak so much elementary"
Cause being idealistic ain gone save you an me
Liberation ain always what you want it to be
They
it up
This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up
Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough
"Can I do it like you do it?" That's
whispered in my ears and said
Time goes by faster than you think
Day by day and year by year
Page by page, chapter by chapter
Never forget it's your book,
drive?
Suicide doors on the passenger side?
Do the windows roll down? do the doors lift high?
Do the car change colors when that bitch drive by?
I
Horn by the Sioux
And the tears and devistation of a once proud warrior nation
This I know ?cause I was riding with them too
I drank mare's blood
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
Then we'll perfect it when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head
Plus these alcoholic beverages they make it twice as bad
Why is that? It's messed up my mind no longer writes me back,
My final draft is probably sitting
in dat draft?
Flow special like the river that's Nile
Need some trumpets, I'm looking for miles?
Lamborghini course, you know I'll do it
What the fur
Yeah, real niggas only
("Them jewels you rock, make 'em envy!")
Let's do it, worldwide, show that shine
Get the cash, and flash like Kodak blind
my boy Sizwe kicks the bucket
Next thing Lungi kicks the bucket oh
Then it’s me, D and, Khanyi wondering
Who’d be next for the final destination
But
reap rewards commensurate only with his own efforts
Then it is doubtful you belong here
If you doubt that people who govern us should be selected
By
Blaze do? Torch it
Now I'm resorting to methods cuz, Wu is important
cnd for the kids, who pour into my room, kill a portrait
Forms shift like Tanjiro,
I stuck it in
I wouldn't have been such a prick to you
Fucking men, you say you don't trust 'em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin'?
Some
No
Mary-
Look, I never-
Finished!
Let me call you back
Right
This is just a draft
Right
Probably it stinks
Right
don't understand I do what I can
Sometimes I don't make sense
I am, what you never want to say, but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what
don't understand I do what I can
Sometimes I don't make sense
I am, what you never want to say, but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what
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