Lyrics:
say give up all that you have
How many of us could do it
Put the cross on my back, how many would nail me to it
Most of 'em the same ones who wear
when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man
Fuck it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust
Over-hyped that we can all
Really do without it
Here's what: Don't clear your mind
(It's because)
No keep your mind very full keep it out of
The undeserving
YEAH YEAH YEAH
You can't say Alex without saying P
I don't fuck with vowels like PGSV
I'm off the Molly like MDMA
I get the sloppy like everyday
and during the show
Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if
and you see that shit
Me and Pro 2 of America's most wanted
Fuck your album cover
There's an actor on it
How many rappers want it
I can go down the line one
broke at the time and I couldn't afford it, you know
I was like, fuck, man
Can't afford this, so let me break it into little parts and stuff, you know
Is
tracks
To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga side
We oblide by the rules, ride
it becomes a problem that's unsolvable
It's a testament to the way you do things
And I gotta ask, how dope was is to be on tour with Wu-Tang?
like you got it all
And you ain't got shit but a image to uphold
You niggas can't, do it like me
Mix that Baccarat with the Creed
Something bout me
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your
aw but it sounds so good
I can't do it well in this voice that I happen to have right now
You know, I'm well aware that this is not my
Like this is
by now, I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
The fake ones'll be the first to be prouda you though
Like they weren't leakin' all
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
Finna do nigga
Murder at it's best
This is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse
Even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready
And even when I ain't had much
I was still swagged up
But you can't judge a book by it's cover
That's why I put together the
Diary of a Hustla
You can't-You
The weaker techniques that leave you burnt
Like cannabis sateva , either you do or you don't, we'll prove that you won't
Ever endeavour to get it together
to ask you again
To rap on my tracks and
To act like your friend
It's not that I'm mad
I just can't comprehend how sounding like
The masses is actually
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
[indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable]
- Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells
motherfucker without
spellin' a line
K-L you done lost your motherfuckin' mind
Stop the track 'cause these niggas don't know about my click black
I down
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
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