Lyrics:
Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude
Guess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2"
Back at you, peep the numbers my album do
They call me
me she thought I'd be desiring
Not realizing what she was doing this whole time was self-defiling
That by the time she as done, she resembled nothing
despite my promises,
but at least I'm honest about it.
I've got diamonds in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal,
I'm feeling for something
checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where
, left)
March ladies
(Right, right, right, left, right)
March ladies
I'm so glad that French helped us out
Now you're free to walk around and let
out here in my dojo, I know how to add kicks
I made my whole album solo, y'all can't call me average
I'm always on the go-go, y'all can't grasp this
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
Fifty thousand my event, that's one hundred percent of the stadium sold out
They say "Wow, I'm happy for you"
But they never thought I'd do it
They would
on a journey, looking at the blue bright skies
Sun is beaming on me, and it's shining through my eyes
I'm gonna be like them, with my own purpose, my own way
But
the blue in your eyes
I look up to the sky as the clouds are passing me by
I think about a couple things that are on my mind, like the
Flowers, that I smell
at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced
for her and me as n32g
So then I closed my eyes
I prayed to Jesus Christ
I was sober and I really needed peace of mind
I had dropped out of school
I
in my eyes
But I lead him on
Knowing that someday soon he'd be gone
Just like that
As though he'd only stopped a while for a chat
But my
What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
your eye out
Now you a remy
All my niggas getting jiggy off of white ass hemis
While im running
I got a opp for this beam
I got Glocks in my jeans
I got
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
this red in my eyes
That's why I'd rather live in the sky
Meet me on cloud 90
You'll gon find me with the guys
Lighting up come and get with the vibes
see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
blown
My adversaries cry like hoes
Open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe?
Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
wipe all your tears
Your green eyes crystal clear
And my voice therapy
Suddenly mindsets changed
Should've known life ain't fair
Fought for you, you
on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)
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