Lyrics:
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance
For all you non-belivers and Riker's pe-verts
Blinkin with the Monk will get ya swallowin ya
Starter coat
We would dub each other's shit when we was kids, we was broke
I had that Ice Cube, lookin' at them shirts you could order
But had no check
in her skirt
I give a plate to the girth
Fuck all the fame and the percs
I will earn me a spot, unless I'm shot by the cops and a name on my shirt
some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly
stay in
Is with headphones turned up to volume ten
It's my connection
Everybody in my life today
Is there in some way because of songs I made
Twenty
double division when
I'm sharing with my siblings
I'm from the ends so I set pace
The first to take you to
The Tate from the estate the es Tate
On my
your time, let me show you me
I wrote an album 'bout my dreams
Wrote these songs about my flaws
Talked it out with a piano, had trouble talking with
to the Himalayas
First I'd like to find a wife but I'll admit I've been a player
So I'm scared I'll never settle down and I won't find a mate
And by the time I'm not
transgress
I'm in a foreign land with bad bitches
My shirt off screaming dumb shit like 2 Pac back hah
I’m aware cause I fear
Being a has been that was here
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
Something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house
train.
The rich girl could not face her dream.
He's bitter coffee, she's sweet cream.
She pulls on her shirt, outside it rains.
And later in the rambling
Hey, I was just thinking that maybe you don't need to waste
Some of the best days of your lives, trying so hard to abide
By some preset list
drinks at the bar
You know you ghetto when you think your number one with the flow
And your shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you're ghetto
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