Lyrics:
Go kit up and show the world your class
If only you were here by my side we would make it out in the world after our first try, not wasting our first
to hide it but you know I can't be true
We could stick together to the bitter end
But you know I'll never be a model friend
Oh man, you know I tried
to hide it but you know I can't be true
We could stick together to the bitter end
But you know I'll never be a model friend
Oh man, you know I tried
I'll get by somehow
Well, that's alright, friends I know better now, let me see if you do
When you get drunk you think you got everything under
heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my
Late at night when my pen gon bleed
I look around what a friend gon need
A friend with weed is a friend in deed
We pick those sticks and we blend
of it made it interestin'
Plus me and sister blend before we got intimate
Friend or no friend, my man caught wind
This chick is payin' me, it'll
about to paint a vivid picture.
It’s time to add some color to these shades of grey.
Its time to be more of a man than society’s prey.
If you don’t get
Bike is rusting in the hall
Plants are drooping, peeling walls
And yes you oil, water, paint
Lovingly to slow the fade
Family dog and old prom
and you are not the same
I can school you to the game
Take a look at who I was now look at who I became
Hit the club, leave the stage then watch it burn up
brain and then you ascend
Manifesting through the pen
I paint a picture vivid as Picasso
My violet vibrato
Now y'all go let bob know
This no genre shit
I
raining outside, but I'm embracing the shine
You know the first thing that came to my mind
Ayo my class start at 10, I can make it in time
But I went home,
and your friends
You're trapped with me and it never ends
I'm the original individual, true face of the fog
Handpicked by the Entity for my wicked prologue
to all my damages
Wish I could've learned early what damage is and managed it
Now, I'm in this cold world
Trynna turn my old girl back to ol' girl
She gone
everything she wanted diamond ring , gave you chains
Wanna be a better man i did my best but
You did not give a f**k you messing with your best friend
You
to the ground
Don't the listen the lies
I can hear the sound
O we just gotta believe
That through it all you are loved by your friends and your king
I know
haters in my circle
That won't say it out loud
Most of my friends
Never been to my house
I can look you in your soul
And see what you're about
They only
the force in
You calmly knocking on doors
Like Mormons on missions
I turn your world to a horror flick
Break your door down
Like Jason Voorhees
My aim is
cause my
Patience here is very thin
Y'all talkin' like a parrot is
Repeating what you hear and spew that shit
Well I don't care for it
I create my
you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse Supreme Court
Sweatin' niggas
what we fought, you're makin' six packs
There's some got our hope out of control
Of my soul, pass the Ol' Gold
Behold the pale horse, Supreme Court
on my Kenny on my Cole
I just got to let you know
Dark days ain't forever there comes a leprechaun
Pot of gold hold the riches close to home
Waterfalls
gon give you fags a look
Bitch boy I'm gay bashin, consume my gun
I never hated fags till I got sued by one
My mental picture is paintin me something
I can't believe that I've made it this far
With God on my side, I don't care who you are
Started from the bottom now we here by grace
And everything
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