Lyrics:
really don't get it if the size ain't yours why you still trying to fit it?
An I wouldn't take back anything that we went through
Cuz you know it ain't
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
I'm taking over the throne is mine
They going blind tryna see me cuz my soul it shine
Golden rhymes 1990s era when I wrote these lines
Over time I been
Guess I should've told him that you never know when God is gonna blow in
I'm hoping y'all told him
I said stop wait hold up the club
I found somebody
1990's flow all I'm 'bout is gettin paper
AR barrel vented leave you on a ventilator
Danger clear and present but I never feel in danger
So my
want to test my testicles
Nigga you my nigga
If you don't get no damn bigga
Niggas don't want to see me when I'm off that damn liquor
Fo' scheezy,
And when the girlies hear the.. {*beeper goes off*}
... they pause, and get hot (how come?)
I think they know what time it is
They should know that's
grandma i could help him
But i can't save him
Shit, the damage is done
23, making my daughter believe
That Santa gon' come
Even though daddy working hard
We
Rich when he just came home and then gave the keys to a (?)
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Fuck nigga, that nigga go chopped
7:30 my time, I
And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they
Psssshh, I guess niggaz don't realize a good thing til it's gone
You know what I'm sayin man?
Runnin around in these streets trickin, shit's hard
one to be proud
So don't take the dream so seriously
It was written by the 1990s version of me
Who thought you had to have it all by 33
The man,
Then you know my part is going right eh he
Life be looking like a carnival but people still be trying to be visional
Even though they know am special we
don't know
And get on the mic if you wanna try me
Kill em with a 1990
party people get funky funky
Said the hip hop don't stop
It's supernat on the track
know everything is terrific
Funk in the 1990's that's ironic
So grab you a sack of that chronic
Down with Da Lench Mob straight from the ghetto
But
Steady running from my demise, aiming to rise
I'm just crawling up from the bottom don't let me slide
Losing fam is scary be wary who you rely, my
on your ears
Even with that move we got 'em in anguish
'Cause we'll learn sign language
We can't be stopped
Geto Boys Geto Boys
Willie D is
is the gangsta of love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I sell knowledge that you can't get a hoe
Cause the game is so not toe
Promoters took away
every hour
Why can't I talk about it?
Everybody seem to be after us
Even the manufacturers
Wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair
Fuck
Yea
Yea
Pistol Pete panther
Yolo that's the anthem
Pink dolphin
Immaculate
The fabric
Rafael the artist
1990
I'm established
Rafael the artist
Now you know everything is terrific
Funk in the 1990's that's ironic
So grab you a sack of that chronic
Down with Da Lench Mob straight from
met your moms, I gave your mom respect
But now I see she knows me, I see that she suspects
I'm some bad guy, I don't know why
You have to tell your
All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want, too much to ask
Is it something wrong with me
1990
Step on the glide when the 9ers call
You ask me why
to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
Try to test me, buck buck buck on that ass
I don't fake none
When I pull out I'm down to take one's life
I
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